The morning sun was something all teenagers cursed, but on this particular sunrise Devin was especially upset. It meant he had stayed up all night reading and was only now realizing how tired he was. Closing his book and looking around his room he felt the magnetic draw to his bed start to take hold. He knew it wasn't going to work. Looking at his watch he realized he only had 2 hours before he was required to travel for the trip and he still needed to finish packing.

Devin fought the urge to go to sleep and instead pulled out a few more boxers and socks and threw them into his messenger bag. The letter told the students to pack light so he was given a bag by his wizard uncle who said that if Devin could fill it he would give him a new broom. Of course it was a magical bag and could likely fit everything in the house. Happy about the gift Devin started to take a little more liberty in what was needed for the trip. 

An hour later and Devin was starting to get really sleepy. He ran downstairs and found what he was looking for. An ice cold can of coca cola. He didn't normally drink soda so early, but this was an emergency. "So this is what you are having for breakfast?" He heard his mother say. 

"Honestly I would say you are as bad as your father, but we both know how much coffee he drinks." She said. She gave him a hug and then started to move about the kitchen. "I am so exited for you this is going to be amazing! That Professor Harsiesi may have finally found a way to make Magical History interesting. He is bringing it to the 21st century." Devin's mom started to make pancakes which was his favorite.

"I'll be right back I am going to finish packing!" Devin shouted after finishing his soda and running up stairs. Fifteen minutes later he was dressed and coming back down with his bag and everything else. "Did the letter say anything about what we had to wear?"Cause if not I think I am going to just wear jeans and a shirt..." His mom shook her head while the family of 5 sat down and had a fun filled breakfast. At the end the family cleaned the table and got ready to see their oldest off on his new adventure. 

"I think it says you pour the sand over your head on you..." Devin's father was reading the sand instructions. For the last several minutes the goodbyes had been done and they were now figuring out how to work the sand. They unscrewed the top and handed the jar to Devin. 

"You have water?" Devin's mom asked. 

"Yea I had some at breakfast." Devin said with a smile. "Bye everyone. Love you!" Devin said and then turned the jar upside down and felt the sand pull him down with it. The sensation was weird at first and then started to get more and more prickly. It felt like a million ants were climbing on him and without a full physical body he couldn't scratch them off. He couldn't yell which is good cause he would have likely shouted at least several dozen curse words if he could. As soon as he couldn't see his family he started to see new images come into the light.

The light got brighter and brighter until he could feel his arms move again. The first thing he did was start to scratch himself all over. The itching was almost numbing with prickles shooting all over his body, "What is going on!" He shouted as he kept dancing and itching. Suddenly Professor Harsiesi ran up and gave Devin a glass of water. He motioned for him to drink it and as quickly as he did Devin felt the itching start to go away. 

"Someone didn't read the instructions?" Professor asked in a mused tone. "Not the best start Devin." He then smiled and stepped back. "But you are the first to arrive and there are always points for those who are punctual." He smiled and then pulled back a rug to expose a long open hallway full of shops and people. "I would like to be the first to welcome you Devin to the Grand Bazaar. As you are the first to arrive we can wait in this small shop for the others to arrive. Please clean up after yourself as well." The professor then motioned to Devin's feet where he saw a puddle of sand.

Quick as he could he flicked his wand out and gathered the sand in the jar. Amazed by what laid ahead he decided to turn his attention to the store and looked for others to start arriving soon. There was a nice shop owner who came over to him and offered him some tea. Devin politely accepted and took a sip. 'Bitter!' he thought as he forced his body to accept the liquid. 

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