Visiting Tom
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Albus Dumbledore was currently waiting to introduce the wizarding world to another orphaned child. The professor didn't know much about the boy whom he was visiting today. Albus liked this kind of job. He really enjoyed the look of amazenment on the children's faces. He waited for a few moments, then composed himself and, mildly curious, opened the door to the boy's room. The room itself wasn't anything spectacular. It was small, but seemed rather well taken care of. However, the boy himself looked fairly interesting. He was sitting on his bed, seemingly not doing anything in particular. He looked slim, but not sickly so. He had very pale complexion and dark, straight hair. Overall, the boy would probably be rather handsome in the near future. They looked at each other for a few seconds, then Albus decided to start the conversation.
"Hello, Tom," he said in his well trained, grandfatherly voice that he almost always used in this kind of situations. Tom noticed professor's weird clothing and looked at him curiously.
"Hello," he responded in a quiet voice. "Who are you?" he asked, not really knowing how to behave in front of this stranger.
"I am Albus Dumbledore. I teach transfiguration in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he offered as a quick explanation, that he knew didn't really count as an explanation to someone who didn't know what Hogwarts was. Tom looked mildly intrigued, and slighty excited now, however he tried to compose himself immediately.
"Okay," he said and Albus looked a bit shocked that the boy didn't react in a normal, flabbergasted way.
"Why are you here Mr Dumbledore?" the boy asked.
"I am here to offer you a place in our school. You're a wizard, Tom," he said calmly, waiting for the surprise to appear on the boy's face. However, the only reaction from Tom was a subtle nod, as if he knew about this information for a long time already.
"I knew it. I knew I was special. I knew I was better than them," he said, disgust in his voice. Albus was now very curious about the boy's attitude and knowledge.
"How exactly did you knew about your talent?" Albus asked Tom. The boy looked with a bit of suspiction at the professor, but anwered honestly.
"I could do things. Things that no one else could do," he explained. That statement piqued Albus's interest even further, and he couldn't help but ask the boy about his 'talents'.
"If I may ask, what exactly can you do?" he found himself asking. Tom looked to be lost in thought for a while, seemingly deciding if he should share the information with the professor.
"All kinds of things. I can move objects without touching them," he started. Albus had to admit, he was impressed. It was very rare for children to be adept at any kind of wandless magic. However, Tom has only started to list his abilities.
"I can set things on fire if I want to. I can make animals do whatever I want without training them," he continued and Albus was now quite visisbly shocked. The boy seemed to be extremaly talented, he never imagined he would meet a child capable of things like that.
"I can teleport wherever I want to. I can turn people into frying pans. If I want to," he said, as if that was the most ordinary thing ever. Tom was a bit anxious, and was trying hard to impress his new professor. He didn't know what other magical children were capable of, so he just listed everything he could do, in hope of impressing the elderly man sitting next to him.
"I can make any girl in the world pregnant without touching her. I can drink a houndred litres of beer without them having any impact on my mind. Finally, I can travel back in time. I actually did that only a few minutes ago. Avada Kedavra!" he screamed and watched with glee as his greatest enemy fell to the floor, dead.