"No, it's getting late, I'm going to go to bed first." Melvin told him. He didn't say it out loud, but they both knew he was still hurting over the beating Trent gave him and wasn't in the mood for fun and games.
"Alright, suit yourself." Marcus said, turning back to his computer.
Melvin sighed as he got changed and crawled into bed, still holding the wand for some odd reason. He was so tired and hurting, both physically and mentally. Personally, he wished he could change things a bit, maybe make life a little better. Falling asleep, he wasn't aware that the wand, still in his hand, suddenly let out one big burst of light before he dropped it and lost consciousness.
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