"Sean...Sean wake up."
"Go away." Jack moaned in annoyance, swatting Malcolm away feebly with a hand.
"Dude, you passed out in the living room yesterday-"
"Yesterday?!" Jack repeated in disbelief, suddenly becoming alert as he sat up.
"I forgot to warn you, but magic spells, especially attack ones, can take a lot out of an inexperienced warlock." Malcolm stated.
"Is Jack awake?" Mark asked as he entered the room.
"Hi." Jack waved in reply.
"What happened anyway? All I remember from yesterday is a really high pitch sound in my head and falling to the ground." Mark recounted with a frown.
"Yeah, about that...I accidentally read a Latin attack spell which made you pass out from the sound and me pass out from using up too much of my energy." Jack admitted apologetically.
"No way, you're a fucking wizard!" Mark exclaimed in excitement, surprising Jack.
"You're not mad at me?" Jack questioned in confusion.
"How can I be when you can preform fucking magic? That's awesome!" Mark grinned like a child on Christmas, earning a laugh from Jack.
"You think you're up to learning another spell?" Malcolm spoke up.
"Sure." Jack shrugged as he hopped out of bed, grabbing a package of pop tarts on the way outside.
"What's the water for?" Jack asked, nudging the bucket of water by the door.
"You'll see." Malcolm promised with a wink.
"Alright the next spell I'm going to teach you is one of my favorites." Malcolm explained with a grin.
"Now, focus on the target in front of you." Malcolm instructed, gesturing to the dummy Malcolm had made out of plastic and paper shopping bags.
"Think about fire, its warmth and color." Malcolm continued.
Without warning, Malcolm held a hand out in front of him and caused he dummy to start to smoke before it gradually caught fire, causing Jack to jump back in surprise and awe as he watched the dummy burn before Malcolm dumped water on it.
"It's a really advanced spell, but I feel like you can do it. You've made amazing progress so far and not to freak you out, but Rowena is still out there." Malcolm reminded Jack.
"Right, no pressure." Jack muttered sarcastically under his breath as he faced the dummy.
Jack closed his eyes in concentration and thought about fire, how warm it was, its intensity, anything that he hoped would help him do what Malcolm did.
When he opened his eyes, he wasn't surprised to see that nothing had happened.
"Don't. Say. Anything." Jack warned sternly as Malcolm opened his mouth before promptly closing it and watching Jack silently.
As they stood outside, rain began pouring down from the sky, soaking the two as Jack kept his focus on the dummy while Malcolm watched him.
The silence continued for awhile as Malcolm allowed Jack to keep trying the spell.
"Sean, we need to go inside." Malcolm spoke up quietly after a long time as rain trailed down his face and matted his hair to his forehead.
"I'm not going inside until I get this spell right. Like you said, Rowena is still out there, I need to be able to stop her before she hurts anyone I care about." Jack growled, not even sparing a moment to glance over at his brother.
"You're going to get sick standing out here in the rain for so long, it's already been almost three hours and you're only wearing a t-shirt and jeans." Malcolm pointed out gently, eyes shining with concern.
"I don't care! I just want to be home, to just forget that I'm a wizard with a witch for a mother and wizard for a brother, forget that I hurt my friend, and just see Signe again!" Jack snapped sharply, anger evident in his tone.
Jack felt a whirlwind of emotions rolling through him, anger being the most prominent one at the moment.
Without warning, the water soaked dummy burst into vibrant blue flames despite the rain, wisps of smoke curling into the sky as rain continued to batter the two brothers.
"I did it." Jack muttered numbly as he watched the dummy burn before the rain extinguished the fire.
"I knew you could." Malcolm grinned proudly.
"C'mon, I'll get ya some coffee inside." Malcolm offered as he ushered Jack back inside the cabin.
Mark was sitting on the couch on his phone, looking at pictures of Chica and fan art fans had posted on Tumblr.
"How'd it go?" Mark asked as he saw Jack shuffle inside behind Malcolm, his clothes soaked and leaving droplets of water all over the wooden floor.
"Fine." Jack lied with a shrug, feeling too tired to say anything more profound.
"Here." Malcolm smiled sympathetically as he handed Jack a dry black t-shirt and black pj pants with Mark's logo on them.
"Looking stylish." Mark winked with a smirk, earning an embarrassed blush from Jack as he hastily retreated into the guest room and got changed.
He scrolled through social media in his phone in bed before falling asleep, the sound of raindrops pattering on the roof lulling him to sleep
