You were studying spells from a book that your father had left you on your balcony before you received a letter from a dove, the emblem on its tail letting you know exactly who it's from. You pet the dove and took the letter, opening it and groaning in annoyance. He wanted ANOTHER competition? At this point it's like he wants to see you. You waved the dove off as you grabbed your broomstick and flew off to the field where you and him would always compete at.

Emerson had been holding a potion, no idea what it did but he knew it wasn't deadly, wanting to test it on you. Seeing you fly above him and drop right on his back made him fall over and break open the potion.

"What are you—" He was suddenly cut off by the sickening feeling in his stomach.

You guys had teleported to goodness knows where, but Emerson knew.. very well where you two were. But he suddenly pushed you off him.

"There's something seriously wrong with you.."