Hello this is my first proper fanfic, so please be good reviewers! I tried to balance out the description and the dialogue, but I don't think I did too well! Also who can spot the not-so-subtle Artemis Fowl reference? Hint: I'm not good at original names! Oh also my computer says it should be Double you're Chances not your, does anyone know which is right? Hooray now review! (Read first obviously)

Ooh I nearly forgot, I do not own ANYTING at all. Except two guinea pigs but that's beside the point. The actual point I'm trying to make is: Please don't sue me.

Double your Chances

Chrestomanci was in a bad mood. It wasn't easy to tell, as he was always so calm and polite. Nevertheless his eyes flashed irritably and his glorious coat billowed out behind him, swelled by a wind that was not there. Chrestomanci was well known for his splendid suits and his superbly designed coats. Today was no exception. Chrestomanci was a very tall man, with fair hair and bright blue eyes, and it was because of this that he was rather fond of wearing blue. Today he was wearing a suit made from silk the colour of the ocean, with a pattern of wave's breaking along the hem. Chrestomanci stormed down the wide staircase into the marbled splendour of the front hall.

"You wanted me?" he demanded.

"Oh yes, sir," replied the butler, who was clearly quite flustered at Chrestomanci's abruptness, "there is a Mr Montana waiting for you in the Drawing Room."

Chrestomanci swooped off down a long corridor to the Drawing Room. The butler let out a sigh and hurried off to the kitchens for a strong cup of tea.

The Drawing Room was a large airy room filled with bulky, squashy sofas that were impossible to get out of once you'd sat down. Chrestomanci entered the room importantly and descended upon the man sat in one such sofa. The man struggled valiantly to get up, but eventually flopped back down again, gasping like a fish out of water.

"Tonino," said Chrestomanci cordially, holding out a hand for him to shake, "How good to see you."

The young man reached up rather awkwardly, and just managed to grasp Chrestomanci's hand. Tonino Montana was a young man, who had large brown eyes, very pale blonde hair, and a permanently nervous expression. When Chrestomanci had entered the room, Tonino had been deeply engrossed in a conversation with one of the few cats that resided at Chrestomanci Castle. They always appeared whenever Tonino came to visit.

"I am glad to see you too, sir." Said Tonino in flawless English, "the Casas Montana and Petrocchi do not visit Chrestomanci Castle enough these days."

"How is Angelica?" asked Chrestomanci.

"She's very well, thank you."

"And Paulo and Renata?"

"They are also well, Renata expects her first child soon."

"That's good to hear. Now Tonino I'm afraid to say that you have been called here for no reason at all."

Tonino was puzzled by this statement. "But sir," he asked in confusion, "you stated clearly in your letter that you needed my help in summoning-"

"I know what I said!" Chrestomanci snapped bitterly, "I was wrong; it was a false alarm.

Chrestomanci, who up until now had been standing, slumped dejectedly into the sofa opposite Tonino.

"Oh Cat!" exclaimed Tonino forgetting proper manners in his dismay. "I thought you had finally found the next Chrestomanci!"

Alas no," Chrestomanci sighed, "The boy I found was either particularly lucky, or else made of rubber. It seems to me that there is no other nine-lifed enchanter in all the Related Worlds."

"Well what are we to do then?" asked Tonino who was still very agitated. "You said you wanted to find a successor as soon as possible, now you only have the one life left. As I recall from your letter, you wrote that wanted to leave nothing to chance."

"I know, I know," moaned Chrestomanci, looking more depressed than ever, "and now I'm even more concerned. However, I've consulted with Christopher and we have agreed that it will probably be the best idea to try and bring in an enchanter from another world."

Tonino gasped, "Is that even possible?"

"It's not unheard of," Chrestomanci replied, rising gracefully to his feet. "Christopher was considering it before he found me you know. I've set up a device upstairs that should help us track down a nine-lifed enchanter. Julia and Janet are working on it upstairs now, and I think they've just found something. Shall we go and see?"

"Yes, it sounds very interesting," replied Tonino who was having a lot more difficulty in trying to stand. Eventually he gave up on dignity and decorum, and rolled onto the floor. He stood brushing himself down. "Shall we go now?

Chrestomanci and Tonino arrived in the room upstairs, where every surface was covered in a silvery liquid. Julia and Janet were walking around taking notes on some of the pools of liquid. Each one showed a different scene, and most kept changing so fast it was almost impossible to see what was happening in them. When they saw Chrestomanci and Tonino enter, they started talking at once.

"Oh Cat I'm glad you're here, we're pretty certain we've got one!"

"Now calm down Janet," said Chrestomanci, smoothly, "What exactly have you found?"

"A nine-lifed enchanter of course! We're definitely sure; they have been hit by a car, a hockey stick, and fallen down a cliff. On two of these occasions they've woken up in a moruge! We're certain it's the right thing!"

Chrestomanci gave a great sigh of relief, and smiled for the first time that day. "Now tell me Julia, how old is this new enchanter, where do they live, and more importantly what is their name?"

"Well sure," said Julia, beaming with at their accomplishment, "They are 13 years old, they come from Haven, and their name is Charles Chant."