What Trouble a Twig Can Cause

My palms begin to sweat as WildWing searches through my trunk. He gets to my underwaer, and I try my best to look emberissed.

"You know I can't hide anything down there," I grumble, with a dramatic eye roll.

"Actaully, ShyBird, I think you did," WildWing replies firmly.

"Oh, dear brother," I murmer softly. "Where? What do you see?" I look into the trunk, and repeat what my eyes were telling him- a lie. "You know I would't... besides, theres nothing there! Just wood."

"The bottom of the trunk on the inside doesn't match up with the bottom on the outside," he says, fingering the wood.

I don't argue, I know it would never help.

He manages to open up the little door, and finds a long, thin branch that glitters in the sunlight.

"Your wand!" WildWing exclaims.

"Oh, right," I finger the wood, and my brother gasps when he saw I got it from him without struggle.

"What's going on, WildWing?" SwiftWind asked from his post.

Luckily, I had already disapeared with my trunk on my back and my wand in my hand.