Resist the Urge to Fairy Godmother

You cautiously walk out of the food court making sure the wand is hidden from view. The magic comes at a great cost you are not willing to pay.

As you make your way out of the mall you pass by another sullen woman in her late twenties. This one looks like she is very low class. Her clothes are easily second hand with her blond hair tied back into a haphazard ponytail. Her face is covered in sores and you can smell a large amount of foul BO coming from her. She is window shopping in front of a formal dress shop.

"I wish I could afford a dress like that and go to a nice party," she says to no one.

You pick up on her wish and your hand instinctively goes for the wand. You try to fight your hand as it acts on its own.