Billy & Doctor Strange
Billy laid on the grass after training. Doctor Strange laid beside him. A half hour had passed, staring up at the night sky outside Doctor Strange’s lair. Billy’s panting had subsided.
“Soon, you’ll be able to do amazing things without a chant,” said Doctor Strange.
Billy rolled his head, looking curiously at him. “Like this?” he asked. He gazed back up, gently blowing his lips as if to whistle. A stream of magic flew into the sky, becoming a butterfly which shimmered blue as it fluttered above them.
“Oh,” Doctor Strange breathed appreciatively.
Billy’s mouth widened and out came a blast of magic which formed a translucent dragon. Its long body slithered across the stars and it opened its maw, crushing the butterfly between its rows of glittering teeth.
“Oh,” Doctor Strange repeated, less pleasantly.
Billy laughed, grinning fantastically.