Spells are mysterious creatures. They come in an overwhelming variety of types, but one thing remains constant in all of them. Every spell has a rule. Let me give you an example. Wand spells require you to say a certain word while pointing your wand in the direction where you want your spell to be delivered. Simple, right?
My problem isn’t so simple.
Just a disclaimer: I am not responsible for explaining every single word unknown to you nuggles. I am a mizard, and your misunderstanding of my choice of vocabulary is not my problem to solve. My problem is a much complicated matter and somebody needs to know it. Like. Literally. And no, if you were wondering, you are not the person to know it. In fact, my problem is already solved. I’m just retelling it.

My problem so happens to be a secret. You know the rule already. Only one, not two, or none, but one, person, needs to know about it. But here’s the catch: they have to care about it too. Seems like an awfully-cheesy children’s story right? Only it isn’t. If someone doesn’t know it and care about it within exactly twenty-three hours, twenty- two minutes, twenty-one milliseconds, and on and on until it reaches zero something-seconds, then I am done. Kaput. Adios. Zai jian. Au Revoir. Goodbye! This should seem like a simple task that could be done in less than a fraction of time I’m provided with, but that applies to common nuggles with actual, legit friends. Woah. What an unusual term for me. Yes. I don’t have any friends, and it’s not like my social skills are terrible, like seriously, if I can communicate with nuggles, I must be pretty affable, right?
Moving on to the problem at hand… I have four hours now, approximately, to find someone to tell my secret to and somehow hope they care about it.
My quest for a friend starts and ends at Pigcallus School of Mizardry. I was thinking for around nineteen hours, too long, I might add, about how in the world of kelpies am I able to find this person. I concluded that looking around the school would be a good start.
And so I stroll into the hallways of the school, my eyes searching for someone to pull aside privately. As usual, the mizards rushing off to their personal schedules either completely ignore me or snort and giggle with their friends while I stand there awkwardly. Friendless me. I push away the negative thoughts and start walking toward the Banquet hall, hoping to catch some of the unlucky folks that arrive at the evening dinner early. I spot the freshies, who even have the nerve to look at me with a condescending look, which is beyond me. Then I see her.
Lisa Kerry. Blonde. Tall at 5’ 7’’. Narrow bone structure. Skinny. Pretty. Arghh. What a way to lose your self-esteem. She resembles the typical “popular” girl at the nuggle schools, but surprisingly she only has a few friends at Pigcallus. The’re good ones of course, so when I approach her near the beginning of the first table in the hall, her bodyguards, aka friends, immediately put on the hostile look that means “Lisa is our friend. What are you doing here?”, which would normally send me running in the opposite direction, but I can’t back off now. I just stood there and focused only at Lisa, who could always put on a nice face because she is such a nice person that way.
Let me fill you in on my history with Lisa. She has always been nice to me, and exchanged a few words in the classes we had together. In my mind, whenever I thought of ‘friend’, her image popped up. I kinda considered her as a dream friend I would never  have.
Anyways, when I successfully pulled her away from her defensive friends, Lisa asks me, “What is going on?”, which is a good start on my explanation.
I explain about my spell, about rules, and finally asked her,
“Could you help me? You have to promise to listen and care about my secret, otherwise I can’t tell you, and I have to find another person.” It came out all wrong, but it didn’t matter. Lisa was already nodding, “Yes, I will do it.” I just think she agreed only because her friends were still ten feet away and their glares aren’t doing much good. So just to get the stupid thing over it, I told her the secret.
It has been four hours since I told Lisa my secret. I don’t seem to have any body dysfunctionality, any problems with breathing, or any symptoms that might show that I’m going to be dead soon. I guess Lisa did care for it. How heartwarming.

I. CANNOT. BELIEVE. IT. Are you kidding me? No, that is a stupid question. Quinn wouldn’t lie to me. She was just at my door, sobbing, crying, doing whatever friends do when their friend dies. And her friend happened to be Lisa. Poop. POOOP. How am I gonna find another person to tell my secret? Starting from two hours ago, the spell had restarted since Lisa does not know, or care, about my secret since she’s dead. How did she die? The rare, unfortunate time when a student gets lost on a field trip and gets eaten by giant monsters with fifty heads and a hundred arms. Hecatoncheires. Typical for them. Untypical for us mizards. And Lisa has to be the victim.
This time I do not sit and sulk in my room for 19 hours thinking of a better solution than approaching someone. I get out of my room and instantly meet two new students from a school transfer. This is where I will meet my two best friends for the rest of my life. Barry Trotter and Jon Measley, friends with me, Hismyohnee Stranger.