Unable to wield the magic

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When I was in first grade the school I attended needed to have its roof replaced.
So, they moved the students to other schools for the duration of the repairs.
My class was moved to a school a few miles away and set up in the gymnasium of that school for the several months it took.

There was one day I was walking back to the gym from the bathroom and I saw a friend of my father’s talking with the principal.
Honestly, I’m not sure he recognized me. His kids were my sister’s age, 15 or more years older than me. The highway they built through where my father’s house used to be forced them both to move and they hadn’t kept in touch all that well.

As I was walking past, he held out a magic wand.
“Go ahead, take it,” he said to me.
I took it and it drooped over.
“You must be doing it wrong,” he said.
He took it and it was a rigid wand again.
He handed it back to me, and again it drooped.
“I guess it doesn’t like you,” he said.
He took it back and again it seemed like a solid piece of wood.

I walked past him and back to my desk.
He and the principal laughed.