Wyatt shrugged. Sometimes magic wasn't meant to work, and maybe this was one of those times. It didn't happen very often. He was the single most powerful witch ever, after all.
He got up and decided to do something else to fill his free time. Wandering down, he saw Chris in the living room and plopped down on the couch next to him. The 16-year-old was about 6 inches shorter, but the same weight as Wyatt. This left a little padding, and when he wore his tighter t-shirts, it showed a little paunch. He was wearing one today.
Chris nodded to acknowledge his brother's appearance.
"Hey did you cast a spell earlier?"
"Yeah, didn't work."
"Well, it didn't work on me too."
"Really? I was pretty sure I only wrote it for me."
"What was it supposed to do?"
"Uh... let me relax."
"Huh?"
"Oh, I'm just tired of working out all the time. I thought I would try a spell to get some relaxation time."
"That is like, complete personal gain. What about the backfire?"
"Well, we'll reverse it if that happens. It was just an experiment. So... what do you want to do?"
"My homework for one."
"But I'm booored. And it's Saturday and you can do it tomorrow."
Chris stopped. And thought.
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