09-05-2022, 11:41 AM
Sam smiled and nodded at Hunter's father. "Thank you, Mr King. I think he just might believe you," he wasn't entirely sure but in the end, there was way too much evidence for him to resist the truth. "I think the moving newspaper might do the trick" it indeed did for him.
He shrugged a bit when hearing about the school again "Dad always wanted me to go to a good school. I doubt wizard school crossed his mind," he joked a bit. This surely would change everything, in ways his young mind couldn't entirely imagine at that moment. A wizard school all the way in Scotland sounded like quite the adventure though.
He was growing a little more jealous with every word spoken about flying the broom. Sure, it took him some time before he was ready to ride his bike without training wheels but since then he grew fairly confident and even managed to convince his dad he can be trusted to ride around the neighbourhood. But flying? That was something else entirely! Sam dreamt a few times about flying and he could remember these dreams quite vividly where other dreams faded from memories a long time ago. He had no problem imagining Hunter hurling above the streets with a crazy smile on his face while Mr King tried to chase him down. He had to chuckle a little at the absurdity of it. His stream of thought was interrupted by Hunter.
"You mean...I could try it?" he asked not entirely sure he heard currently. He had absolutely no problem with trying the old and slow toy broom if that meant he could get some flying experience.
"Are you entirely sure?" he asked. Not because of the thought that his father would be against it, but just to make sure they meant the offer.
"I thought I will have to beg you to let me try," he grinned with excitement.
"Sure I want to try! What is the worst that could happen? It won't work? I'll live... I might fall a bit? I'll live. And Hunter will be too busy enjoying his new broom to laugh if I do," he suggested. Sam fell from his bike a few times but fortunately he healed fast and a few scratches and bruises could never tamper his enthusiasm.
He shrugged a bit when hearing about the school again "Dad always wanted me to go to a good school. I doubt wizard school crossed his mind," he joked a bit. This surely would change everything, in ways his young mind couldn't entirely imagine at that moment. A wizard school all the way in Scotland sounded like quite the adventure though.
He was growing a little more jealous with every word spoken about flying the broom. Sure, it took him some time before he was ready to ride his bike without training wheels but since then he grew fairly confident and even managed to convince his dad he can be trusted to ride around the neighbourhood. But flying? That was something else entirely! Sam dreamt a few times about flying and he could remember these dreams quite vividly where other dreams faded from memories a long time ago. He had no problem imagining Hunter hurling above the streets with a crazy smile on his face while Mr King tried to chase him down. He had to chuckle a little at the absurdity of it. His stream of thought was interrupted by Hunter.
"You mean...I could try it?" he asked not entirely sure he heard currently. He had absolutely no problem with trying the old and slow toy broom if that meant he could get some flying experience.
"Are you entirely sure?" he asked. Not because of the thought that his father would be against it, but just to make sure they meant the offer.
"I thought I will have to beg you to let me try," he grinned with excitement.
"Sure I want to try! What is the worst that could happen? It won't work? I'll live... I might fall a bit? I'll live. And Hunter will be too busy enjoying his new broom to laugh if I do," he suggested. Sam fell from his bike a few times but fortunately he healed fast and a few scratches and bruises could never tamper his enthusiasm.