Devin sneezed himself awake, blinking a couple of times before his gaze darted over to Shane, who normally slept across from him. No one was in the bed, not even their cat, Elda. The large, black cat often came in to wake the two with her high pitched noises, which easily got them annoyed. Devin sighed, getting out of bed and walking over to where he kept his clothes. He got dressed and wandered over to his mirror, straightening his messy hair with a brush. Devin paused, glancing over his shoulder. Probably a hallucination. Devin thought. He walked away, sitting on his bed. He felt something furry rub against his arm, so he looked, seeing the black cat next to him. "Hey, Elda." He mumbled, scratching behind her ear. Elda purred, nudging Devin for more. Devin rolled his eyes, petting her silky black fur. Devin got up, regardless of Elda's purrs that seemed like a reason for him to stay weighed to the bed. He wandered over to the mirror once more, looking behind his shoulder. Devin stared at the mirror, only then catching the wingspan of feathers on his back. He screamed, nearly falling backwards. "WINGS!" He yelled. Dawson, his little brother, burst into the room. "What the heck?" Dawson asked.
"Wings!" Devin panted heavily. "I have wings!"
Dawson snickered. "You look ridiculous."
"How would you feel if you had a wingspan growing on your back?" Devin snorted. Dawson only shrugged, turning to walk out the door. He looked over his shoulder.
"I made you tea. But if you're not going to drink it, it's mine." Dawson said, walking away.
Devin grumbled. "Yeah, yeah, I'll get it in a second." He replied.

Devin stared at the wings in his mirror, Elda only licking her paws in the background. "How in the name of Tellun did I get these." He mumbled, talking to himself. The wings were a nice shade of brown, a brown that he quite liked, actually. There were darker shades and a bit of white. The colours blended perfectly. Devin blinked. He sighed, walking over to his bed and sat down. He need fresh air, but didn't want to look like a weirdo walking down the streets. Devin scavenged through his clothes, looking for a sweater to wear. He found his old blue one, putting it on, surprised it still fit. Either he hadn't grown at all, or the sweater would fit any size. Devin walked out of his room, putting his hands in his pockets. He looked at Dawson, who was currently just fiddling with his fingers and nails. "Careful. You don't want your tongue to kill them." Devin chuckled. Dawson glanced over at him.
"Like you should even have one." Dawson rolled his eyes.
"I'll give you credit for the comeback." Devin grinned, walking out the door.

Devin burst into his room, taking off the sweater and looking at the wings again. He was determined to find out what kind of bird the wings were from. After testing his memory, he finally gave up. Caustically, Devin creeped out of his room, keeping the wingspans hidden as much as he could as he walked by windows. Devin reached Dawson, peeking around then running at him. "Any idea what these wings are from?" Devin asked.
Dawson screeched, dropping the book he was reading. "I was actually thinking about that myself. At first I thought of a finch." Dawson replied. Devin blinked.
"Do finches have white?" He asked.
"I think so. But not as much as a mockingbird." Dawson grinned.
Devin looked clueless. A mockingbird. A mockingbird! He expected something cooler, but then he took a moment to consider it. Mockingbirds were some of the greatest, in his opinion. "A mockingbird, eh?" He raised an eyebrow.
Dawson picked up hid book again, finding his page. "Probably. Go look at yourself like you've been doing every two hours." Dawson snorted.
"Hey, I'm just shocked that I magically grow wings." Devin shrugged, walking away. He flopped down on his bed again. What would happen now?