he's left a plain-looking, black and white magic shop wand backstage for her, with a card propped up next to it that says 'happy birthday. say the magic word -JC'. if she should deign to say abracadabra, real roses will pop out of the end, the stems wrapped in a link of chain from harry houdini's own bag of tricks. it's supposed to bring luck to any performer who owns it, but time will tell on that score.
Sweat drips down the magician's brow as she finishes her final stage bow before disappearing behind the red velvet curtain. It takes a minute for Zatanna to find the gift, only focused on congratulating her coworkers and other attendees. There's a familiar aura about the wand. She immediately knows who it's from before they read the note. Painted lips part to reveal white teeth as nimble hands pick up the wand. Say the magic word. It barely passes her mouth when there's a flash of red. Roses. Corny, but very much appreciated. " John, you cheesy bastard, you." First the hat, and now the wand. He really knew the way to her heart.
// @talentforlying
