it wasnt often that Nate came to the sandboxes but at the moment he really needed one. He needed to act like a child and stomp his foot in the sand. Sitting on a rock that was off to the side of the sandbox, Nate took his wand out and fiddled with it before swising it and consciously saying a small spell that made the sand begin to swoosh around and build a sand castle.

IT only took a moment before a rather good looking castle stood before Nate. Nate let out a smirk and with another swish the sand made sand people.. who began to fight. Nate controlled them shooting arrows at each other. He had always been fascinated with medievil times. Now taking his anger he agressively made the sand people battle each other. It was better than shooting off at the mouth at anyone else.