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Chapter Nine: A Walk Down Memory Lane
"Wake up, Timothy! Time for school!"
"School? On a Saturday? In July? I don't think so." Timmy buried his head under the covers to block out any other fantastic ideas Anti-Cosmo might have spontaneously come up with. There was no way he was attending summer school!
"Not for you, dear child, for Foop! I'm simply taking you to see the school, which I promise, you won't be attending. Now up, we have to leave soon."
"Tell me again why we're driving instead of just poofing there?"
Anti-Cosmo adjusted his rear-view mirror to get a look at his two sons strapped in the back seats. "This is a special school meant for all forms of magical creatures. If anyone could poof into it, what's to stop an insane psychopath from teleporting there and taking all the children hostage? The school has a special force filed around it that will not allow anyone to teleport within five miles of the campus ground. Therefore-"
"I get it, you have to drive there."
As they neared the school, Anti-Cosmo slowed down and pulled the car into a parking spot up front. He quickly turned the engine off and removed the keys from the ignition. "We might take the whole day, so you can take the car home dear." He passed the keys to Anti-Wanda. Whether this was a good idea or not was up to debate, but someone had to take the car home.
"Just call if ya want ta' come early." Anti-Wanda took the keys and got out of the passenger seat to move to the driver's seat.
The three other passengers hurried out of the car, not wanting to be anywhere near it once Anti-Wanda took the wheel.
Timmy watched Anti-Wanda put the car into gear, preparing to back out of the parking spot. "Is it really a good idea to let her drive?"
"Yes, Timothy, she is perfectly capable of driving." How wrong would Anti-Cosmo be you ask?
As if to purposely prove his point wring, Anti-Wanda backed the car right into a tree. "Sorry, y'all!" She yelled from the window to the custodial workers. She made another attempt, this time nearly backing into a family of lawn gnomes. Giving up on the apologies, she put the car into drive and sped out of the parking lot, almost hitting a teacher and a few students on her way out.
"Let's go see the campus." Anti-Cosmo quickly directed the boy inside before he could come up with a smart remark.
"Foop, this is your classroom." Anti-Cosmo clapped his hands loudly, starting the anti-fairy baby. "Now that I have your attention, I don't want any trouble! You are here for an education, not for world domination. That comes later."
"As far as you know…" Foop muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, father, nothing at all. I'll be a good little boy." Foop said innocently. How could anyone suspect a harmless little anti-fairy baby?
"Good. Have a productive day at school today."
Once Anti-Cosmo and Timmy were out of sight he let out a menacing laugh. "Fools! This school will be mine! I shall be the most popular one here!"
"Poof poof!"
"AGH!" Foop turned sharply to see his opposite and sworn nemesis. "Poof!" He pointed at the baby. "I suggest you run now, for there is no way I shall allow you to leave this place in one piece."
"Poof!"
"What? Really? Never thought I'd hear a threat coming from you. Very well, I shall accept it as a challenge, and let me warn you. I'm a sore loser."
Poof gave his small fairy giggle. The opposing child could not tell he had just insulted himself. There was no honor in being a sore loser. Still, he could not afford to let his guard down. Foop had his godbrother, he would anything to get Timmy back.
"Laugh while you can, for once this is over I shall be the one left laughing!" Foop entered the classroom without another word.
"This school is very old you see." Anti-Cosmo drifted down the hall with Timmy beside him. "It was founded so long ago, no one knows the exact year. Ms. Powers, the head teacher here, speculates the school has to be at least four hundred thousand years old."
"You guys can't use magic to just figure it out?" It seemed fairly simple and straightforward. Timmy couldn't understand why no one had thought of it first.
"Oh Timothy, don't be so naïve." Anti-Cosmo patted him on the head. "Magic cannot solve all of our problems. If it could, the entire world would be in harmony now."
"So how did she get her estimate then? I can throw out a number too."
"She's not throwing out numbers. This school has been in her family for generations. She's descended from the founding witch, Agatha Powers. Using her family tree, she can count the generations and average age of each person to get her number."
Timmy nodded. So this place was that old? It would make sense; the building was constructed from stone. Modern places were made of the standard brick or concrete, even in the magical realm. "How long ago did you come here?"
"I came here with my Anti-Wanda almost ten thousand years ago. Ms. Powers was the teacher even back then."
"You hold a lot of respect for her, don't you?"
Anti-Cosmo was a little surprised. Timmy's deducting abilities were getting quite good. "Yes, I do. How could you tell?"
"You call her Ms. Powers; you don't use her first name."
"Broomhilda, I demand to know why my seat is in the back!" Foop yelled out. He would not sit behind his enemy! He should be up front; he was more intelligent than all the sniveling little brats here!
"Foop, the names were drawn at random. Next time we change seats, you can have a seat up front, but you must wait until then." Ms. Powers turned to the chalkboard and began writing her first math problem. "Now class, can anyone tell me what two plus two is?"
"DEATH!" Foop shouted. Death was the answer to all his problems. If that didn't work, violence usually took care of it.
"Not quite, Foop." That child was going to need a lot of work. Death was not a number.
"Poof poof poof poof!"
"That's right Poof! Two plus two equals four!" Such a smart child. He could count before he could speak. Ms. Powers could tell she was going to have a great time teaching the world's only fairy baby.
Foop simmered in his seat. How dare she praise his nemesis! She will pay. When she turned her back to the class to write on the board once more, he made his move. He tore a sheet out of his notebook and crumpled it into a little ball. With great precision, he threw the crumpled paper at her, hitting the back of her head.
Ms. Powers stopped her writing to pick up the scrap of paper that had struck her. She held it up to the class. "Alright, which one of you children threw this?" She asked in a calm voice.
In an instant the entire class had their fingers pointed at Foop.
"What? You're going to rat me out? You will all perish in flames!" Foop could literally feel his desk catch fire from all of his pent up rage.
Ms. Powers quickly waved her wand and extinguished the fire. "Foop! Stand outside in the hall and think about what you've done. I don't think your fellow classmates enjoy having their lesson disrupted."
Grinding his teeth, he got up and drifted into the hallway. "I'll get you all." He muttered under his breath.
Anti-Cosmo dug through the file cabinets, trying to find the picture of his graduating class. "I know it's in here somewhere."
Timmy looked around the record room with awe. Now he believed the school was over four hundred thousand years old.
There was a thick layer of dust over most of the cabinets, curses and spells on some even. The file cabinets from the early years of the school looked like they would fall apart if he even breathed on them. One could see the progression of time through the cabinets just by looking at the stack of dust on them or the material they were made from.
The really early years were made from some type of enchanted wood that would glow if you got close to it. Then the cabinets were made from iron, which had turned into a rust red color from all the years of moisture and rain. After that was the early forms of steel, very thick and very heavy. There were many magical substances that Timmy couldn't quite name, but he knew they must have been from over the past millennia or two for they still had spells he could recognize on them.
"Found it!" Anti-Cosmo proclaimed, holding up a photograph. He held it out for his godson to look over.
The picture was of all the magical creatures graduating that year. In the picture, Anti-Cosmo stood at the front, still a young man by the looks of it.
"In the panorama picture, we're lined up according to out rank in the class. I was Valedictorian, so I'm the very first student in the picture." He said with pride. Even in Anti-Fairyversity he ranked Valedictorian. He'd have to find that picture sometimes soon.
That made sense.
"Give me a moment, I'm going to try and find some old records."
Timmy paid him no mind, but continued to look at the picture in his hands. Anti-Wanda was in the picture, second to last in the line-up. He looked at the last fairy next to ger and realized he looked very familiar.
It was Cosmo!
That dolt, he had the lowest score out of the entire graduating class? He lost to Anti-Wanda, the anti-fairy who couldn't speak proper English!
He chuckled to himself; of course Cosmo would be there. Well. If Cosmo was there, that means Wanda had to be there too along with a few other fairies he might recognize.
Wanda was smart, so she should be closer to the front of the picture. Sure enough, she was second to first, right behind Anti-Cosmo. She must beat herself up over that all the time. To lose the title of Valedictorian to an anti-fairy. It really explained her contempt for them.
The more he stared, the more he thought. Why had he never asked Cosmo or Wanda about their teenage days? This was actually really interesting.
Looking through the picture he was able to spot Blonda, Juandissimo, Binky, and their respective counterparts.
They all looked so different!
Juandissimo didn't have his huge biceps just yet, Binky looked relatively normal in height compared to all the fairies who had not yet entered puberty, and Blonda was already showing signs of fashonista. She was the only female fairy in the picture who was wearing make-up.
Anti-Blonda looked amazing without any make-up on! No wonder she was such a super star.
"It's unanimous! The winner if Foop!"
"Yes!" The anti-fairy jumped out of his seat with his hands in the air.
"Spelled backwards!"
"Every time! Why must she torture me so?" Foop slammed his head on the desk as he lost yet another chance at popularity to his counterpart.
So far, Poof had been better at math, spelling, drama, sports, and now he was the class president.
"That's it! If I can't be the most popular kid in school, I'll make a new school where I'll be the only kid!" The baby waved his bottle around, turning the beautiful castle into a piece of rustic scenery.
"English A, Math A, Sciences A, Magic Casting A, Potions A." Timmy continued to flip through Anti-Cosmo's personal school record. "Is there any class you didn't get an A in?"
"Well, there is one."
"Really?" Timmy's ears perked. Looks like Anti-Cosmo wasn't so perfect after all. "Which class?"
"Physical Education. I got an A minus in that class."
Timmy's hopes came crashing. "A minus? So you really are perfect?"
"No one's perfect Timothy. There are things even I cannot do."
The design of the record room began to change as the file cabinets came to life. The drawers snapped open and shut, scattering all their contents and threatening to take a bite out of the two occupants in the room.
"Whoa!" Timmy jumped out of the way, narrowly missing a cabinet. "What' going on?"
"I told that son of mine not to cause any trouble. It looks like he's trying to take over the school." Anti-Cosmo used his wand to crush all the cabinets against the back wall. "Those shouldn't be a problem now." The spell on the cabinets was relatively weak. Foop hadn't mastered control over advanced magic yet.
"Aren't you going to do something to fix the rest of the school?" The boy asked. He could hear the screams of the children echoing down the ancient halls of the school.
Anti-Cosmo rolled up his sleeve, gazing at his watch. "No."
"What?" Timmy sated in disbelief. Looks like it was up to him to save the day again. He ran out of the room, ignoring Anti-Cosmo's calls for him to return, and dashed for the class room he knew Foop was in.
"Well, if you won't see things my way, you're all expelled!" Foop's cry got louder as Timmy neared the door.
Timmy was about to enter the classroom when Anti-Cosmo appeared behind him and grabbed the back of his shirt. "Relax Timothy. You have my word, nothing will go wrong. It's a lesson I learned here on my first day."
A black hole appeared directly outside the school, sucking in the building piece by piece.
Foop's villainous laughter rang through the school when suddenly, everything stopped.
The school bell rang.
"Well, wasn't that exciting?" Ms. Powers stated, happy that the day was finally over. "Class dismissed!"
The children ran out of the class screaming and laughing as if their lives had not been threatened moments before.
Anti-Cosmo let go of Timmy, allowing him to enter the class room. "What happened to the black hole?" He asked, confused.
"You must be Timmy Turner, I've read all about you in the papers." Ms. Powers shook his hand. "It's nice to meet a celebrity." She said, completely disregarded his previous question.
"Ms. Powers, it's a pleasure it see you again." Anti-Cosmo greeted her.
"Ah, Anti-Cosmo, it's been a while. Foop really does take after you." She laughed. "His first day took me back to yours. If I recall, you too tried to take over the school."
"Yes," Anti-Cosmo blushed, embarrassed that his children had to hear that. "Like father like son. Saved by the bell. I hope Foop hasn't caused too much trouble for you."
"Oh, it's nothing I can't handle, and nothing he can't make up in detention."
"What?" Foop was not going to waste his precious time in a room doing absolutely nothing.
"You hear the lady!" Anti-Cosmo patted his head. Some things you just have to learn the hard way.
"Poof poof!" The purple baby loudly announced. He was willing to forgive his enemy in front of Timmy.
"Looks like you've been granted a presidential pardon by Poof." Ms. Powers was so proud of her students. So young and they were already developing their social skills.
"Saved by me nemesis! NO!" Foop threw his hands into the air in defeat. He grabbed his counterpart and dragged him out of the classroom, and out of ear shot. "Listen here you pompous little brat! I will not lose to you, so be prepared."
"Poof poof." He would not lose either. Foop did not know it, but Poof was beginning to develop a grudge against the anti-fairies, just like his mother.
Sadly, Poof was still a child. He could not comprehend the surrounding circumstances of Timmy's being with the anti-fairies. He thought Timmy left because the boy had come to hate him and like Foop better.
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Farewell my enemy." Foop left him in the hall to join his family.
Poof watched with jealousy as Timmy picked Foop up and carried him out of the school. Oh, how he desperately missed Timmy.
Hmmm, this chapter did not come out like I planned. Oh well, it was pretty close.
Also, I know Cosmo did not attend Spellementary School. Please play along, this is a Fanfiction.
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