The bell above the door dinged as Trent walked into the store. It had the weird musty smell you get at an old persons home or an antique store. He walked into the store, looking around and observing the old relics and artefacts. Nothing about this store really yelled 'magic', it was just a place filled with worthless junk and knick knacks.
At least it was well organised. In one corner was a shelf filled with leaves and rocks labeled as 'Nature Magic'. In another corner were jars filled with various pieces of earth like sand and dirt claiming to be different types of 'Protection Spells'.
Trent walked up to the front counter on which sat various pieces of old jewellery all claiming to do different things. A ring with an emerald gem was labeled 'Luck'. there was a pink gem rimmed necklace labeled 'Love'. From what Trent could see there wasn't really any jewellery labeled 'Strength' or 'Muscle'.
Surely there must be something here. Trent thought taking another careful look around the store. Even if it isn't really magic, it would give me the motivation to work out that I need.
"Good afternoon, boy. How can I help you?" Trent turned to see who belonged to the sweet sounding voice. Walking out of the door way behind the counter was a beautiful long blond haired woman. She wore a long slimming blue dress with bare arms. She was tall and slim and Trent could not help but stare.
"Ah..." Trent stumbled towards the counter. Once he regained his balance he continued. "I'm looking for something that could help me build muscle." Trent said, puffing his small chest for emphasis.
"Why come to a magic shop, why not just go to the gym?" The lady asked with a kind smile.
"I'm not sure, I guess I just need motivation or a jump start." Trent said questioning his real motives for using a magic shop as his first stop to becoming huge.
"Well you're in luck. My son and I were actually just brewing up another batch of 'Instant Muscle'. Would you care to join us?" She said motioning to the back room.
"Um sure." She lead me out back into a room about the same size the shop. Against the same wall as the door we had walked through was a wooden stair case, which either led to an attic or to their bedrooms. Judging by the rest of the room Trent figured they must live here since there was food in cupboards and dishes in the sink. In the centre of the room was the dinning table and sitting on one of the chairs was a young boy, no older than ten.
"This is my son, Marc. He is a little shy so give him some time to get used to you. Marc, this is..." The woman turned to Trent realising she had not asked his name.
"I'm Trent. I was on Total Drama for two season."
"I thought you looked familiar. Nice to have you here." She said with another pleasant smile. "Why don't you two get to know each other while I go up stairs and get what we need." She motioned Trent towards the chair next to her son and left hurriedly towards the stairs.
Trent sits in the seat looking at the young boy who is siting silently looking down at the table. "Nice to meet you." Trent said in a friendly tone. Marc stayed silent. Trent decided to try another tactic. "Do you make spells with your mum often." Marc was definitely listening as his eyes flicked towards Trent quickly and then away again.
"She says it's a good bonding exercise for us. Also it helps if I learn what to do for when she is busy with the shop." Marc didn't exactly look or sound happy. "She said she wanted to make some 'Instant Muscle' spells for the shop." He looked up at Trent, "I think she is making some so that I won't get bullied at school."
"Well it couldn't hurt, I mean I want muscle cause it will make me cool and I can get my girl friend back. Wow, I sound really conceited. Don't you want to be strong, I would be so cool." Trent said trying to cheer him up.
"Yea, I guess so." He said, "Hey, can I see you muscles now, before you use the spell. I want to know how much one spell will make me grow before I take one too." Marc looked up at Trent with big puppy dog eyes.
"I don't see why not." Trent rolled up his sleeve for the second time that day. He flexed as hard as he could super weak in front of the little kid. His tiny bicep rose on his arm, no bigger than earlier that day. Marc reached out to touch it and gave it a squeeze. Trent was disappointed with himself when the 10 year old was able to dent it. Even if Marc was not strong enough to hurt Trent, it still hurt his pride.
"Are you guys ready to get started?" Trent rolled down his sleeve quickly as Marc's mother walked down the stairs. "Are you guys getting along?" All three people smiled for different reasons.
"Now Trent, would you like to help, or watch? If you help I'll give a spell for free."
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