A/N Well, I got reviews! Yippee! I didn't think anybody would read my story. Anyways, all this stuff STILL belongs to J.K. Rowling, and I am STILL jealous of her.
Chapter 4
Sir William's and other Nonsense
Tom followed Hamingo into Knockturn Alle, but stopped when he got to a rather dingy-looking bookstore. Being that Tom was quite a bookworm, he went in. While looking at the covers and some gruesome cover pictures on the books, he found a book that looked tame (compared to all the others). The title was "Basic Dark Arts: A Self-Study Book". "Sounds interesting." he thought. He paid for it quickly, and rushed back to where he was supposed to be having something to eat. Tom hid the book under his cloak. "Just in time," Tom thought, "here comes Hamingo."
"Well boy, ready to go back?" He realized whom he was talking to. "Well, of course you're not ready to go back, but we have to. Take these bags and follow me."
Tom hurried behind them, as they went back home the same way they came.
"Well Tom, I have a trunk with a lock you may keep your books in. Just make sure you don't let everyone see what's in there!"
"Of course not, sir. I wouldn't dream of it." Tom replied as he dragged his new trunk out of Hamingo's office and into Dorm 13.
When the breakfast bell rang the next morning, Tom stayed behind, which caused him a lot of extra teasing. For him, however, it was well worth it. For an hour and a half, Tom was able to read his new school books in peace.
That didn't last long. As soon as breakfast was over, all the boys came rushing back into the room. A few minutes later the Headmaster came into their dorm and shooed everyone out of the room, except Tom. Seeing Tom's frustration at not being able to read his schoolbooks, he said, "Give me those. I'll fix them up."
Tom nervously handed them over, wondering exactly how he was going to "fix them up" but he didn't have to worry. Tom watched as Hamingo pulled out his wand and said some unintelligible words directed toward the book, smiled, and handed the book back to Tom. "There," he said, "now you can read it all you want, and in front of who you want."
Tom looked back at the book, which still said "The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 1" and he almost laughed in Hamingo's face. "The book hasn't changed," he said rudely.
"Don't be stupid boy." Hamingo responded, crossly. "Maybe it doesn't look any different to you, but whoever sees it will see a book on the mating patterns of the bald eagle. As a matter of fact, if you'll just open your trunk, I can do that to all of your books at once."
"Are you sure it worked?" questioned Tom. "I still see a magic book."
"Of course it worked. You don't trust me?"
"Well, I suppose..."
And before he had even finished his sentence, Hamingo had done the same thing to all the rest of his books. (Or so he said, Tom still couldn't see any change.) Luckily for Tom, he had hidden his Darks Arts book on the bottom. He didn't know if it was a bad book to read, but he didn't want to find out the hard way. So he grabbed a few of his books (he left the darks arts one because he wasn't sure Hamingo couldn't see the real cover) and headed outside.
As soon as he stepped out of the Dorm, he saw Jon and Paul, looking like Christmas had come early.
"We know where you're going to school," taunted Jon.
"Yeah, we know." echoed Paul, who never seemed to think for himself.
"You, you do?" stammered Tom.
"That's right, Tommy-boy, we know."
Tom was a bit frantic (and angry, he hated being called Tommy-boy). He didn't think he had told anyone, and he doubted Hamingo would have told. After all, Hamingo himself had told Tom to keep his mouth shut.
"Yeah Tommy-boy. We found out that you're going to Sir William's Center for the academically challenged. We know what that means." taunted Jon.
"It means your stupid!" finished Paul.
Relief washed over Tom.
"So, how does it feel to be a moron?"
Tom, a great actor, faked a few tears and said, "No one was supposed to know about that." Then he ran off, trying not to bust out laughing. "Nice one, Hamingo." Tom thought to himself. "And I can't believe they fell for it. Honestly, Sir William's Center for the academically challenged! Those morons will believe anything."
Chapter 4
Sir William's and other Nonsense
Tom followed Hamingo into Knockturn Alle, but stopped when he got to a rather dingy-looking bookstore. Being that Tom was quite a bookworm, he went in. While looking at the covers and some gruesome cover pictures on the books, he found a book that looked tame (compared to all the others). The title was "Basic Dark Arts: A Self-Study Book". "Sounds interesting." he thought. He paid for it quickly, and rushed back to where he was supposed to be having something to eat. Tom hid the book under his cloak. "Just in time," Tom thought, "here comes Hamingo."
"Well boy, ready to go back?" He realized whom he was talking to. "Well, of course you're not ready to go back, but we have to. Take these bags and follow me."
Tom hurried behind them, as they went back home the same way they came.
"Well Tom, I have a trunk with a lock you may keep your books in. Just make sure you don't let everyone see what's in there!"
"Of course not, sir. I wouldn't dream of it." Tom replied as he dragged his new trunk out of Hamingo's office and into Dorm 13.
When the breakfast bell rang the next morning, Tom stayed behind, which caused him a lot of extra teasing. For him, however, it was well worth it. For an hour and a half, Tom was able to read his new school books in peace.
That didn't last long. As soon as breakfast was over, all the boys came rushing back into the room. A few minutes later the Headmaster came into their dorm and shooed everyone out of the room, except Tom. Seeing Tom's frustration at not being able to read his schoolbooks, he said, "Give me those. I'll fix them up."
Tom nervously handed them over, wondering exactly how he was going to "fix them up" but he didn't have to worry. Tom watched as Hamingo pulled out his wand and said some unintelligible words directed toward the book, smiled, and handed the book back to Tom. "There," he said, "now you can read it all you want, and in front of who you want."
Tom looked back at the book, which still said "The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 1" and he almost laughed in Hamingo's face. "The book hasn't changed," he said rudely.
"Don't be stupid boy." Hamingo responded, crossly. "Maybe it doesn't look any different to you, but whoever sees it will see a book on the mating patterns of the bald eagle. As a matter of fact, if you'll just open your trunk, I can do that to all of your books at once."
"Are you sure it worked?" questioned Tom. "I still see a magic book."
"Of course it worked. You don't trust me?"
"Well, I suppose..."
And before he had even finished his sentence, Hamingo had done the same thing to all the rest of his books. (Or so he said, Tom still couldn't see any change.) Luckily for Tom, he had hidden his Darks Arts book on the bottom. He didn't know if it was a bad book to read, but he didn't want to find out the hard way. So he grabbed a few of his books (he left the darks arts one because he wasn't sure Hamingo couldn't see the real cover) and headed outside.
As soon as he stepped out of the Dorm, he saw Jon and Paul, looking like Christmas had come early.
"We know where you're going to school," taunted Jon.
"Yeah, we know." echoed Paul, who never seemed to think for himself.
"You, you do?" stammered Tom.
"That's right, Tommy-boy, we know."
Tom was a bit frantic (and angry, he hated being called Tommy-boy). He didn't think he had told anyone, and he doubted Hamingo would have told. After all, Hamingo himself had told Tom to keep his mouth shut.
"Yeah Tommy-boy. We found out that you're going to Sir William's Center for the academically challenged. We know what that means." taunted Jon.
"It means your stupid!" finished Paul.
Relief washed over Tom.
"So, how does it feel to be a moron?"
Tom, a great actor, faked a few tears and said, "No one was supposed to know about that." Then he ran off, trying not to bust out laughing. "Nice one, Hamingo." Tom thought to himself. "And I can't believe they fell for it. Honestly, Sir William's Center for the academically challenged! Those morons will believe anything."