Phillip sighed and closed his eyes.
" I wish I may, I wish I might, I wish I might get my wish tonight... I wish this place was better." Phillip wished as the star streaked across the sky.
Little did he know, somebody special was entering his life now...
at roughly two-hundred and fifty miles per hour, give or take five.
The boys woke up to a giant, screaming fireball soaring towards their window.
They screamed as the flame crashed through the window.
"GO TO SLEE- OH JESUS CHRIST NO!" the headmistress yelled as the fireball collided with her.
Smoke poured out of the hall as a cough filled the air.
"Ah knew that shortcut through the mountains was a bad idea!" a voice grumbled.
There was the figure of a rotund woman dusting herself off in the hallway.
"What did ah hit this ti-... oh naw." the figure said as she backed into the room and the moonlight pouring into it.
The woman turned to face the boys.
She was pretty pudgy, in a dark grey dress fastened around her waist by a belt buckle. Her deep brown skin glistened like her messy black hair. She wore big boots with belt buckles across them, and a big, flowery hat.
"... Heyyy there guys.... how's it goin'?" She asked with a twinkle in her hazel eyes.
"Good?" Phillip said in bewilderment.
The woman awkwardly laughed "Now relax... Aunty Geraldine is gonna go hide the evide- I mean clean up the mess. You boys just... SLUMBERUS DROWZUS!"
A cloud of blue glitter filled the room as the boys instantly went to sleep.
Geraldine ran out and instantly got to work.
She poofed the headmistress into glitter, cast a repair spell on the wall, and grabbed her broom.
"Hold it right there!" a man yelled.
"Awwww shit." Geraldine said.
She turned and saw two cops plus the staff; she had witnesses to take care of.
"Memorimalness Alteratis!" Geraldine said, engulfing them in a cloud of smoke.
Suddenly everyone froze and went wall-eyed.
"I am the headmistress of this place." Geraldine said.
"You are the headmistress of this place." the wall-eyed people said.
"There is nothing wrong here." the magical woman continued.
"There is nothing wrong here..." they echoed back.
"When y'all stop talkin', yah go back to what you were doin' before."
"When we stop talking, we will go back to what we were doing before." the group echoed as Geraldine cast a cloud of smoke to fix the window.
Geraldine sighed as she flopped into her new office chair.
The ministry of magic mandated that if orphans were involved in an incident, they needed to be adopted off before the incident's causer could leave them.
Problem was, the stats showed that girls were more likely to get adopted in this town than boys.
"Girls, eh? I can arrange that." Geraldine smiled as she waved her wand and tapped it three times on the floor, creating a spreading patch of pink...