Luke was sitting at the tble in Professor Layton's dining room, pushing his pork chop around.
"What's wrong, my boy? Are you not hungry?" the Professor asked, an expression of concern on his face. Luke shook his head.
"There's something on your mind, Luke. Am I correct?" Layton was now smiling at the boy curiously. Luke sighed.
"Yes, Professor, you are correct. I'm just thinking...how did those boys just fly up into the air? It seemed to be me causing it but that isn't possible!" Luke stroked his chin the way a man would stroke his beard. This had been troubling him since the event. And there had been so many more events like this...running at super speed from a very angry dog a few weeks ago, a cup of Oasis Berry tea appearing to him when he was particularly stuck on a puzzle...
He finished his food, excused himself and went upstairs to tidy his room. Boring chores always took his mind off of things.
Several hours later, there was no more cleaning to be done (anywhere). Luke checked his watch. It was about ten past ten. He went into his freshly cleaned room and put on his pyjamas. He tried to read a book, but he just couldn't concentrate on anything what with the whole "flying bully" issue. Frustrated, he turned his bedside lamp off and tried to sleep.
His dreams were filled with flying people.
The next morning, he woke before the Professor. There was sunlight streaming through a crack in the curtains. Luke rubbed his eyes and got out of bed. The sun had illuminated everything with bright white light and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was proper July weather. He grinned broadly and went to get washed and dressed. He decided we would wait for the Professor to wake up before having his breakfast and strolled outside to collect the post.
Before taking the bundle of letters inside he sifted through them: bill, bill, flyer, a letter from an Amelia Rhinestone, who was presumably requesting the Professor's help with a mystery and a letter in a heavy, yellow parchment envelope adressed to-Mr Luke Triton! He ran inside withthe letter. The Professor was sitting at the table, fully dressed (top hat and all) with a cup of tea in his hand. "Good morning, Luke," he said cheerfully.
"Morning Professor!" Luke chirped. He handed the letters to the Professor, who opened his letters and read through them, mumbling things like "must pay that soon" and "oh, my, that IS interesting". However, when he got to the letter in the yellow parchment envelope, his eyes widened and he looked at Luke.
"Well then, Luke,this letter seems to be yours! Would you like to open it yourself?" Layton chuckled. Luke nodded vigorously and opened the envelope with the letter opener. He unfolded the letter inside and read through it.
Dear Mr Triton,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all the necessary books and equipment, which can be purchased at Diagon begins on the 1st September.
Yours faithfully,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Luke was speechless. Layton smiled. "May I take a look?" he asked. Luke nodded. Layton took the letter. His face went from amused to surprised to confused.
"My word..." was all he could say.