"So, what are your plans for today Rhevan?" Jin asked, rising up from his seat, empty plate clasped in hand. "Spells on the beach? Failing the creation of yet another potion?"

Rheveus rolled his eyes, an instant retort coming to the forefront of his mind, of which he decided to hold onto for another time.

"I'll be cruisin Diagon Alley with Nora for a bit, maybe check out Flourish and Blotts." Chugging the last bit of his orange juice, Rheveus also stood up from his seat, making sure to push the chair back in before dropping his empty cup and plate into the kitchen sink. "There's still a month or so left before school starts up and I want to get a good look at some of the newer books."

"If you're meeting with Eva then make sure you apologize to Lunigan," Lenorra scolded, her tone dead serious. "Caused a lot of good folks trouble with that spell of yours."

ARGGHH!

Mavros flapped his wings, launching himself off of the floor and onto Rheveus's shoulder. Opening his mouth, the raven let out a series of cries and squaks, it's bright red eyes focused on Lenorra, of whom was still finishing up one last batch of bacon.

"Whats he saying this time?" Jin questioned, his voice travelling from the living room.

"Not sure I want to translate," Rheveus answered honestly, his arms crossed.

Soon as the black haired youth finished his sentence, the black bird let out an ear shattering war cry right into the boys ear. Rheveus could only shield himself as Mavros began pecking him, gaining height as it flew over his head, dodging the youths flailing arms. It didn't even use it's razor sharp claws, the beak doing more than enough damage to Rheveus, bruises forming along his arms as he fended his assailant off. It was only when he agreed to translate for the bird that Mavros began to settle down, retaking his perch on the boys shoulder.

"I'll make sure he apologizes properly. I want some food in exchange for it though. Times are tough and a birds gotta eat if he wants to live." Rheveus said reluctantly, a frown on his face as he spouted what the raven wanted. "Its definitely not a bad deal."

There was a moment of silence, neither side speaking for what felt like an eternity.

"Don't attack Rheveus again Mavros or I'll have to fry ya up for dinner tonight." Lenorra finally replied, calmly taking a huge piece of bacon off of the pan. "With that being said, here. This should be enough for you."

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Rheveus dug his feet into the depths of the damp sand, toes clamping down as the youth let out a slow and steady breath. Brow furrowed in concentration, the young man raised his hand, twisting his wrist it in a singular clockwise motion. Knees bent and body braced, Rheveus readied himself as a torrent of water appeared before him, violently spinning and shifting. The large volume of water remained in the air, following the boys hand regardless of how small the movement, changing shapes sporadically.

"Heed my command," Rheveus muttered, sweat trickling from his wild black hair. "Water Shot!!"

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The chaotic wall of water quickly morphed the second the young man uttered a command, taking on the appearance of a twisting blue sphere. Though the sphere was compact and seemed aesthetically orderly, Rheveus could still feel the raw power from behind the liquid ball of death as it shot forth, shooting in the direction he had aimed it, far out to sea. A few seconds after the initial launch, the unstable sphere of magically enhanced water collided with a rather large wave, sending out shockwaves as it ripped the wave apart in a massive explosion of salt water. Had there not been charms and barriers put into place, some invented by Rheveus himself, the resulting eruption would've been comparable to that of a volcano, heard miles through Honolulu.

"I reckon that was probably your best one yet Rhevy." Evanora responded energetically, clapping her hands together. "You deserve a biscuit for such a display."

"Cookie," Rheveus corrected reflexively. "And yeah. I'm starting to get a bit of understanding in how to work the spell in my favor. Not up to my own standards but definitely a start."

Around three hours had passed since the youth had finished breakfast with his family, having bantered with them and Mavros for a while before ultimately departing. Donning some comfortable fitting clothes, a black Tshirt and white cargo shorts, Rheveus had bid farewell to his folks and made his way to the very edge of Kahanamoku Beach. It was here that the youth would spend his waning summer days, practicing magic creation and working on the already existing spells that he had trouble on, of which was nearly all of them. All of it was done in secret, under the watchful eyes of his longtime friend Evanora Freidfeld, a fellow witch of the same year as him who, unlike Rheveus, had already managed to get a handle on most of the spells the first years at Hogwarts would need to learn.

Unlike Rheveus though, she was unable to grasp the concept of making a whole spell of her own design.

"Oh come off it," Evanora waved off, rebutting her friends correction. "No one bloody cares what they're called. Could be called Bangladesh for all the benefit it does me."

"You'd name a cookie after a country?" Rheveus asked, probing her with a sandy foot.

"Shove it."

Rheveus laughed slightly, his voice taking on a poor representation of Evanora's light British accent. "Might I have a Bangladesh please? I need it for me mam."

A smile broke out on the girls face, one she tried to wipe from her face but failed miserably. Grabbing the black haired youths foot, she gave it a hard yank, shifting Rheveus's balance enough to cause a capsize, sending him crashing into the ground. Soon as the boy landed, Evanora sat on the boys chest, pinning him in place.

"Can I have a man?" Evanora questioned in an almost perfect American accent. "Mine is much too feminine. I think it's broken."

Rheveus laughed, making a futile attempt at pushing the 75lb girl off of his upper torso. However, due to the combination of him chortling like a madman and Eva's absolute refusal to move an inch, he met naught but failure. He could hardly get a snapback through his lips with how badly he was laughing, breathing becoming increasingly difficult. "The only thing broken...is your sense of humor."

"Hard to say that when you're giggling like a newborn," Evanora smirked, poking the young man in his cheek, pulling it back whenever he tried to nip at it. "Your retaliations need some work love."

"You're fat."

"Not a comeback," Evanora remarked. "That's just mean."

The two sat there going back and forth for a bit, wrestling, bantering, rough housing. It was just like any other day when they would get together, just wasting time and enjoying each other's company. Having known each other for two plus years, they were virtually attached at the hip every free chance they got despite Rheveus's initial attempts to get Evanora to leave him alone when they had first met. They got along splendidly but the young man would be lying if he said he hadn't found the tomboyish blonde to be a giant thorn in his side during the very beginning of their meetups.

She was definitely an acquired taste due to her blunt nature mixed with an energetic personality, not to mention her crude choice of words.

"So, care to explain why you called it 'Water Shot'," The young witch asked plopping down onto the damp sand, giving Rheveus some space to catch his breath. "Most spells, if not all, don't have English names. You tryin ta break the mold?"

"No. I'm just bad with names," Rheveus admitted. "Most of my spells are pretty straightforward. Why shouldn't the names be a reflection of that?"

"You daft pigeon. I can name three off the top of my head without even giving it a serious thought."

Rheveus snorted, drawing a line in the sand with his finger, from three feet away. Steam rose up from wherever he pointed, leaving marks black enough for words to be written. Purple hues filled with skepticism glanced towards Evanora, not bothering to hide his smirk.

"I'll tell you what." Rheveus held up a single finger. "If you can tell me one name, A GOOD ONE, I'll buy you any one thing from Daigon Alley."

"Any one thing?"

"Eh.....anything at or under ten galleons," Rheveus hastily corrected, making sure there weren't any loopholes to exploit. "Also can't be anything that would get me arrested or thrown into the doghouse with my folks."

"Aquamenti Fragor," Evanora immediately said. Without wasting time, she pushed herself off of the ground and dusted off her loose white dress. "I'll take my prize now if you don't mind."