[ WP ] Turning your girlfriend into a pumpkin was the last straw . Your wizard house-guest has DEFINITELY overstayed his welcome .

Perspective: Nathan 
 
 Not too many people had visited our new apartment, 43 Piper St., Apt 47. There was my mom and brother, Elizabeth's parents, a few of our friends, the plumber, the movers, and of course our neighbor's French bulldog. It was a small apartment, with only one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen just big enough to fit a small table, a living area, and a tiny laundry room. 
 
 It was big enough for us, though. We were just starting our lives, and we knew it had to begin small. Although the quality was a bit poor, Elizabeth enjoyed buying cheap items for the apartment; such as $ 1.00 plates and silverware. 
 
 We were planning on being rich someday, and this was just the beginning. Clearly, our new guest planned on making it big, too. 
 
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 Perspective: Franco 
 
 I walked down the hallway anxiously, looking from door to door. This area was new to me, and for sure full of new opportunities. I tried for years to be normal, to get a job as a normal human being, but it was n't possible. I was a wizard... magic was meant for me, even if it was n't the type that normal people were used to. 
 
 I got hired as a `` surprise magician,'' not exactly a well-known position, but whatever pays the bills, right? People paid me to surprise their friends with magic. I'd been trained in the area of optical illusions, all of which I got the hang of, but it was real magic that I used on these people. Their illusions were nothing compared to my magic. 
 
 44, 45, 46... 47, there it was. Clearing my throat and hoping they were home, I knocked on the door. To my relief, I heard scrambling around inside the apartment, but still waited a good two minutes. 
 
 A short girl with dark brown hair -- probably in her early twenties -- opened the door with a smile on her face. Yet once she got a look at me, the smile disappeared and was replaced with confusion. Eyes still on me, she called back, `` Nathan?'' 
 
 A man's voice answered from further in the apartment. `` Yeah, babe?'' 
 
 `` There's someone at the door,'' she told him, frowning. I stood there awkwardly, not quite sure what to do with my hands, so I put them in my pockets. The girl eyed me suspiciously. 
 
 The door opened a bit more as'Nathan' came into view. He was maybe a head taller than her, but still shorter than me. He had lighter brown hair that matched the color of his eyes. `` Hello?'' He asked, not in a mean way, though not exactly welcoming either. I'd gotten this reaction before, but that did n't mean I was used to it. I felt stupid, like I was n't supposed to be there... like I should've just gone home. 
 
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 Perspective: Elizabeth 
 
 `` Hi, my name is Franco, and I'm here to show you something you've never seen before.'' 
 
 He did n't look very confident; he had his thin hands stuck awkwardly in his pockets, and his hood pushed his long, black hair almost over his eyebrows. 
 
 I did n't trust him one bit. I was mentally getting ready for him to pull out a gun or something. 
 
 But instead, he pulled a coin out of his pocket, a shiny quarter. I moved closer to Nathan. `` You may have seen illusions before, some that might've looked very believable. But what I'm going to show you is *real* magic.'' His eyes brightened a bit at the thought of it. 
 
 `` Is this a joke?'' Nathan asked. He was always polite; he did n't have it in him to just close the door and lock it. I was really thinking about doing it, though. 
 
 `` No, just watch,'' Franco told him nervously. He closed his hand for just a moment, murmured something quietly, and then opened his hand again. 
 
 The quarter was gone. `` There's much more where that came from, and its free of cost. My job is to entertain you, not get money from you.'' 
 
 I frowned once again, not knowing what this was about. `` Just let me show you,'' he said, almost in a begging tone. 
 
 `` Okay,'' Nathan said, `` show us your magic.'' I shot him a look, both surprised and disappointed. Nathan only shrugged at me. 
 
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 Perspective: Franco 
 
 `` Indifico,'' I said, and a thimbell appeared in my hand. `` A thimbell for the prince,'' I said, handing it to Nathan. 
 
 `` And a dandelion for the princesses!'' I exclaimed, picking one from between my fingers. The girl took it unwillingly. `` Now... I'm sorry, what was your name?'' I asked her. 
 
 When she did n't say anything, Nathan told me, `` Elizabeth.'' She did n't seem to happy about me knowing her name. 
 
 `` Elizabeth,'' I repeated. `` When I count to four, your dandelion will turn into a beautiful rose.'' 
 
 `` One,'' I said, and then quieter, `` rozitico.'' The yellow turned red. 
 `` Two... ronrozic.'' The stem lengthened. 
 `` Three... roquenion.'' The petals began to change. 
 `` Four... rogontian.'' *Wait, no, that is n't right... * 
 
 Elizabeth, to my horror, turned into a pumpkin. 
 
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 Perspective: Nathan 
 
 I looked from Franco, to my pumpkin of a girlfriend, back to Franco, and yelled, `` WHAT DID YOU DO?!'' 
 
 Franco looked just as scared as I felt. `` I --'' he stuttered. 
 
 `` Change her back! Oh, my God, change her back right now!'' I should've never let this freak near my apartment. 
 
 `` Humokin... gionir....lahjana...'' Despite his mumbling, nothing happened. Elizabeth stayed a pumpkin. 
 
 Franco looked nervously from me to Elizabeth, and then seemed to find a solution in his eyes. Did he know what to do? 
 
 `` Rogontian,'' he said sadly. But he was n't looking at her, he was looking at me. 
 
 `` What are you doing?'' I asked in both fear and confusion. 
 
 I felt a stem sprouting out of my head as I shrunk towards the ground.
