Andrew was pretty sick of the general life in New York. He wore a gray jacket, which had seemed to have been sewn back together many times, blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and his new plain white sneakers he had gotten. He continued to walk down the sidewalks, repetitively listening to sirens and constant shouts and honking of cars. He loved New York, but he hated the amount of noise and disruptions there were from everyday life. He needed to get away, like he did when he went to Ireland or something. So he did. He walked into the nearest dark alleyway, ignoring a couple of homeless people, who were sleeping softly, and stood in the corner. He remembered his apparation training and thought hard about where he wanted to go. After thinking hard about it, and being determined that he wanted to head there, he was off in a second.
After a moment, Andrew landed in a small area of the fields in Utah. Where he was raised as a child until he turned 9. He missed the air that smelled some what clean and heard no noise. Now that was something he enjoyed. City life was a good thing, but quiet lives were almost better. He walked down the large field, listening to the small orchestra of the wind blowing on the trees and small plants. Finally, something that didn't sound annoying beyond belief. But what made him curious, was a large tree, standing out by the other trees. The only difference that was that the trees were red, when the others were sage green. So like always, Andrew went to investigate. After a moment of running, he stood next to the tree, curious about it's type of wood which seemed to be black wood, instead of oak which surrounded the area.
Andrew then climbed up the tree, one small branch at a time, slipping near the top, but managed to grab a smaller one next to him. After he reached the top, he sat on a sturdy branch and examined the large field. He smiled at the sight, and was about to jump down. Yet a small circular hole was implanted into the tree next to where he was sitting. Curious once again, he moved his head at an angle to see what was inside. It seemed like nothing was in there. Disappointed, Andrew moved his head away, when he got an idea. He pulled out his wand and moved the tip inside. There was a small click and suddenly the wood began to move and meld into a pattern of squares, which suspiciously looked like some tic-tac-toe game. Weird.
After about 10 minutes of messing around with the squares, he tapped his wand on the squares in a random motion, his curiosity beginning to burn off. That's when it happened. The squares then began to light in a weird patten and a small hole then emerged into the branch, almost instantaneously. "Lumos!" he casted, and a small red jewelry box stood there, looking very old and a mysterious lock on it. He pulled it out carefully, not wanting to drop it and let it smash to its doom and examined it. Something was different about the design and almost looked archaic. "Nox" he said again and the light diminished. Maybe I should call someone, he asked, rummaging through his pockets and pulled out his phone. As soon as he did though, someone had been calling him.
[Okay, so the first person who posts would be calling him.]