Episode 40: The Spell-Checker Wand

The shop bell jingled, and a young wizard stumbled in, looking like he hadn't slept in at least three moons. His robe was wrinkled, his hat was askew, and there was an ink stain on his cheek that looked suspiciously like the word "Oops."

Felix glanced up from the counter. "Rough day?"

The wizard groaned, dragging himself forward like a man who had seen too much. "You have no idea. I need a wand."

Felix raised an eyebrow. "You came to the right place. Fireball? Lightning bolt? Something that makes your enemies break out in uncontrollable interpretive dance?"

The wizard shook his head violently. "No, no. I need a Spell-Checker Wand."

Zira snorted from the back. "What, afraid of failing a spelling bee?"

The wizard sighed so hard Felix was surprised his soul didn't escape. "Look, I'm writing my final thesis on Transfiguration Magic, and I keep making typos in my spells. I tried to turn a broom into a steed, but thanks to one stupid letter, I ended up engaged to it."

Felix blinked. "You… married a broom?"

"It wasn't legally binding," the wizard muttered. "But the broom's been calling me 'honey' ever since. It even follows me to bed."

Zira wheezed, half-falling off the windowsill.

Felix cleared his throat, fighting a grin. "Alright. One Spell-Checker Wand coming up."

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Twenty Minutes and a Minor Explosion Later…

Felix set a sleek, silver wand on the counter. It hummed softly, the tip glowing with a faint, reassuring blue light.

"Here you go. Wave it while you're writing or casting, and it'll fix any spelling mistakes in real-time. No more accidental broom romances."

The wizard picked it up, eyes shining with hope. "You're a lifesaver."

Felix smirked. "Yeah, yeah. Just try not to propose to any furniture on your way out."

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Two Days Later…

The wizard stumbled back into the shop, looking even worse than before. His hair was standing on end, his robe was smoking, and his broom was now sporting a very fashionable wedding veil.

Felix stared. "What happened?"

The wizard held up the wand, which was now flickering an angry red. "It started correcting everything. I tried to cast 'Fireball' — it changed it to 'Firefall.' My entire dormitory now smells like roast pigeons."

Zira cackled from her usual spot. "Sounds like it's working perfectly."

The wizard's eye twitched. "I tried to write a love letter too — it autocorrected 'dearest Elise' to 'nearest cheese.' She hasn't spoken to me since."

Felix bit back a laugh. "Alright, alright. I'll tweak it. Maybe dial it down from 'overbearing librarian' to 'helpful schoolteacher.'"

The wizard sighed with relief. "Thank you. And, uh… any chance you sell broom divorce spells?"

Felix grinned. "For an extra fee? Absolutely."