Witchy Logic

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Written for a challenge at the BoMoWriCha Prompt House.

Submitted: January 02, 2019

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Witchy Logic

I’ve never really been able to understand why I am made to feel so odd when I go out carrying my wand. I mean, one can never know when one might be put at risk of attack, do they. Even the most innocent looking child could prove to be....something other. Malevolent, violent, out to extinguish my life!

Guns, there are aplenty. People carry them in their pockets, tucked in to bags, even strapped around their waists. No one bats an eye-lid, for it is their right to carry one, for ‘protection’. This defies my witchy logic, for is not one of their guns just as lethal as my wand could prove to be. Not only that, but they are always used to cause injury whereas I can freeze time, change a person in to something else....There are so many ways that I can disable someone, or prevent them from doing something, with no long-term effects to them at all.

So, here I am, in a bit of a quandary. Do I leave my wand at home, and take to carrying one of their weapons? Or maybe there is another solution, if only I can think of it.

First thing is first; I’ll have to buy one of those guns. So many to choose from, going from big to small, and with all sorts of other terms that I have no chance of understanding. I pick a small one, nice and compact. The weight of it is the nearest that I can find to my wand. And then I am told that I will need ammunition. Bullets are what it fires, apparently, and I am shown how to load them.

Back home I put the gun on the table along with the bullets. It is these small projectiles that cause the injuries, so maybe there is some way that I can alter them. Perhaps I could make them in to magic bullets, instead of exploding ones! Why had I never thought of that before? It could have saved me so many curious looks and prosecutions for carrying an unrecognised weapon.

The only problem is, how? They come apart, these bullets. Not easily; one certainly needs to be a bit persistent. Now, the powdery contents can be tipped out. I get a tiny brush and sweep out the residue. Once I am satisfied that all of the previous contents are cleared out, I start on making my own mixture. It’s not easy, working out the proportions of this, the amounts of that, but eventually I am pretty sure that the mixture will carry a spell.

I think just one spell per bullet would be best, so that is what I do. Scrape up a small amount of powder, enchant it, then slip it in to the bullet casing. They are fiddly to fit back together; it has to be perfect or they will jam inside the gun.

I don’t feel right setting off without my wand. It is like a part of me has been left behind but it would seem that this cannot be helped. But I have protection, right there in my pocket. The only problem is that the bullets all look the same, while the spells they are carrying are very different. A magic pot-luck kind of thing.

So cross me at your peril. If I pull my gun on you, pull the trigger, who knows what might happen. You might become a toad or a bunch of flowers. You might become tiny of find yourself unable to move a muscle. But don’t worry, the effects will wear off in an hour or two, and you’ll be back to your normal self. Unarmed, of course, for the demands for these magic bullets would get rather expensive otherwise.


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