Apollo and Diana #2

I laughed. My hand was just... gone. Take it out, it was back. Magic. “Diana! Don’t play with it.” My so-serious brother caught the invisible... thing... creating a hole in his fist.
“What? I’m not going to mess up anything. I just wanted to take a look.”
“You used it every night this week. Why now?”
“Because I can.” I swiped at Apollo’s hand, unsuccessfully.
“We’re not supposed to have it here, dum-dum. Stop...” I jumped, low gravity. I wanted it, it wasn’t fair to... I massed too much. Apollo fell. So did the object. Things disappeared. Oops.