Wyatt flipped idly through the book of shadows. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon. His normal homework was done at his mother's insistence; his magical homework was done at his Aunt Paige's insistence. He was at a rare confluence of completed work, and he found himself... bored.
He sighed, put away the book and pulled out a smaller, black one. Not nearly as old, or as large, as the book of shadows, but to Wyatt, just as important. A few years ago, Wyatt had started his own spellbook. The book of shadows was a great heirloom to his family but it was... very women-centric. Wyatt thought it might be time to start a new book, himself.
It was full of spells he'd written or borrowed to help with the little things. A few vanquishing spells, a few time stopping spells, a spell for Mr. Right he'd borrowed, just a few assorted spells.
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