A/N - by the way, in this chapter Sandling is still about the size of a
mouse!
Also, if you read the first chapter a while ago, you may want to re-read it because I added the second part to it, which is vital to understanding this one. Enjoy!
"Now then," said Sandling, importantly, "You have to have a really good name to be taken theriously. Just look at Professor Evil -"
"Never heard of him." replied Tom stubbornly.
"Exactly. No one took any notithe of him because he hadn't taken the time to bother thinking up a good name. No matter how hard he tried to make himself known, it jutht didn't work because of hith name. You will not make the thame mithtake."
Tom rubbed his eyes absently. It had been a long day.
"Are you even lithening to me?" asked Sandling shrilly.
Tom looked at the creature and nodded slowly.
"Right then. We have to work on a new look for you ath well. You look far too innothent." replied Sandling matter-of-factly. "We'll thtart firtht thing tomorrow morning. Now retht."
Tom was glad to be able to finally get some sleep and gathered his books from the Slytherin common room. "What about you?" he asked, wondering where Sandling was going to sleep.
"I will thleep in your bag. Jutht make thure it'th clean."
With that, Tom made his way up to the green and silver boys dorm, carrying Sandling in the palm of his hand. After placing him into his book bag, now free of leftover toast, he sank into his bed, pulling the curtains around him.
'He wasn't that bad really,' he thought. 'Just a little on the ugly side…' And with that he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of world domination.
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He awoke the next morning with a sharp hissing in his left ear.
"Tom you lazy dunderhead - get up!"
Tom opened his eyes quickly and turned his head. Sandling was standing about an inch from his ear. After giving him a deadly look, he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"We have to thtart on your appearanthe today. Make you look a bit more dark- lordish. It'll take a while, but I'm a patient kinda guy, and we'll get there in the end."
It took Tom a few seconds to take all this in, and by the time he thought up a suitable reply, Sandling was gone. He stepped out of bed, immediately feeling the cold, and decided that a shower would warm him up considerably.
About half an hour later, he was fully dressed and relaxing in one of the large green chairs in the common room. Everyone else was at breakfast, but Tom wasn't hungry. He spotted Sandling dragging a pair of scissors towards him, and his stomach lurched.
"Not a haircut!" he cried. He prided himself on his longish messy hair.
"No. Your nailth need trimming." replied Sandling, looking deadly serious.
Tom looked down at his fingernails. They had grown since he had last bothered to look at them. They were now just past the end of his fingers, and rather dirty.
"My nails are fine!" he said.
"Fine ith not good enough. Everything hath to be perfect. And they are not fine."
Tom snorted, but eventually let him cut his fingernails. At least it shut him up, he thought.
Sandling seemed to be enjoying himself, and he started humming as he pulled out a bottle of black nail varnish from nowhere.
Tom pulled his hand away. "No way. I'm not a girl."
"But it'th black! And it maketh you look really evil…"
Tom shook his head and glared at Sandling. A second later, however, his hands were bound with robe and he was tied to the chair. Sandling merely hummed louder, and started painting Toms nails, much to his disgust.
"I didn't know you could do magic," he finally said, realising that he wasn't going to win.
"Oh yeth. We don't uthe wandth though…Our magic is not unlike that of a house elf'th, but we are withe enough to actually uthe ourth."
"So, what exactly are you?"
"I am a Hindilith. A very dithtant relation of a Bathilithk too, but that ith not important. We are very rare, and almotht unheard of, even in the wizarding world. Now we must start on your hair."
Tom gulped.
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A/N - Thanks to those who have reviewed so far! Please review this chapter ^^
By the way, if you are having trouble understanding Sandling, just replace the 'th' with an 's' when he speaks =)
Let me know what you think so far - thanks for reading!
Also, if you read the first chapter a while ago, you may want to re-read it because I added the second part to it, which is vital to understanding this one. Enjoy!
"Now then," said Sandling, importantly, "You have to have a really good name to be taken theriously. Just look at Professor Evil -"
"Never heard of him." replied Tom stubbornly.
"Exactly. No one took any notithe of him because he hadn't taken the time to bother thinking up a good name. No matter how hard he tried to make himself known, it jutht didn't work because of hith name. You will not make the thame mithtake."
Tom rubbed his eyes absently. It had been a long day.
"Are you even lithening to me?" asked Sandling shrilly.
Tom looked at the creature and nodded slowly.
"Right then. We have to work on a new look for you ath well. You look far too innothent." replied Sandling matter-of-factly. "We'll thtart firtht thing tomorrow morning. Now retht."
Tom was glad to be able to finally get some sleep and gathered his books from the Slytherin common room. "What about you?" he asked, wondering where Sandling was going to sleep.
"I will thleep in your bag. Jutht make thure it'th clean."
With that, Tom made his way up to the green and silver boys dorm, carrying Sandling in the palm of his hand. After placing him into his book bag, now free of leftover toast, he sank into his bed, pulling the curtains around him.
'He wasn't that bad really,' he thought. 'Just a little on the ugly side…' And with that he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of world domination.
* * *
He awoke the next morning with a sharp hissing in his left ear.
"Tom you lazy dunderhead - get up!"
Tom opened his eyes quickly and turned his head. Sandling was standing about an inch from his ear. After giving him a deadly look, he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"We have to thtart on your appearanthe today. Make you look a bit more dark- lordish. It'll take a while, but I'm a patient kinda guy, and we'll get there in the end."
It took Tom a few seconds to take all this in, and by the time he thought up a suitable reply, Sandling was gone. He stepped out of bed, immediately feeling the cold, and decided that a shower would warm him up considerably.
About half an hour later, he was fully dressed and relaxing in one of the large green chairs in the common room. Everyone else was at breakfast, but Tom wasn't hungry. He spotted Sandling dragging a pair of scissors towards him, and his stomach lurched.
"Not a haircut!" he cried. He prided himself on his longish messy hair.
"No. Your nailth need trimming." replied Sandling, looking deadly serious.
Tom looked down at his fingernails. They had grown since he had last bothered to look at them. They were now just past the end of his fingers, and rather dirty.
"My nails are fine!" he said.
"Fine ith not good enough. Everything hath to be perfect. And they are not fine."
Tom snorted, but eventually let him cut his fingernails. At least it shut him up, he thought.
Sandling seemed to be enjoying himself, and he started humming as he pulled out a bottle of black nail varnish from nowhere.
Tom pulled his hand away. "No way. I'm not a girl."
"But it'th black! And it maketh you look really evil…"
Tom shook his head and glared at Sandling. A second later, however, his hands were bound with robe and he was tied to the chair. Sandling merely hummed louder, and started painting Toms nails, much to his disgust.
"I didn't know you could do magic," he finally said, realising that he wasn't going to win.
"Oh yeth. We don't uthe wandth though…Our magic is not unlike that of a house elf'th, but we are withe enough to actually uthe ourth."
"So, what exactly are you?"
"I am a Hindilith. A very dithtant relation of a Bathilithk too, but that ith not important. We are very rare, and almotht unheard of, even in the wizarding world. Now we must start on your hair."
Tom gulped.
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A/N - Thanks to those who have reviewed so far! Please review this chapter ^^
By the way, if you are having trouble understanding Sandling, just replace the 'th' with an 's' when he speaks =)
Let me know what you think so far - thanks for reading!
