Roland concentrated with his wand held aloft. The parchment in front of him stood on the desk waiting. He pointed his wand and said "a-paaar-seee--um". Nothing happened.
He tried again, "aparecium" he said. He thought it sounded correct. This spell was ideal for the job he wanted. He said job. His ideal lifestyle was to work and not have a job. Being tied down by the ministry wasn't something he was looking forward to.
The parchment he pointed it at glimmered. Upon the parchment the words "simply fuss free" appeared. Roland appreciated the irony.
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