A/N: Yes this is a reupload as I uploaded the wrong file which has been incorrectly labeled. This was a mistake on my end, so this is the real chapter 6.
Chapter 6
It hadn't dawned on Timmy just how strange Poof was. He sat alone on a private lunch table staring down at the gruel the lunch lady served. Which Timmy had a sneaking suspension was revenge by the lunch ladies. For how they were treated; picking at the slop. Baggs of exhaustion had formed under his eyes as he sat there in silence. Tuning out the chaotic noise of an elementary lunchroom. Biting his lip and against his better judgment, Timmy made his approach. "Hey Poof are you okay?" Slowly he opened his eyes and gave a question expression. All Timmy knew was that he hated physical contact, so placing the tray on the other side. "I noticed you kinda sit alone. So wanna be friends? You can come and sit with my friends and let you into our group. Though we're not popular. So if you sat with us you couldn't hang out with Trixie or them."
"Puzzling," Poof replied. "I must decline your offer. I don't get along with people. And popularity? I don't understand. That word is unfamiliar to me. So I'm going to ask what you want?" He thought a moment, "And what is this ilk? I've tasted burnt rations that have more flavor." Timmy raised an eyebrow that was more of an answer than he was expecting. Outside of Crocker, no one could get him to talk unless pushed for answers. What were rations? Timmy didn't ask him about it though.
"Trust me. It's better than my mom's cooking," Timmy admitted. "I saw you all alone, so I thought I'd bring you company. I can-"
"Stay," Poof commanded. Timmy looked puzzled, "Ignore my earlier statement. I want to ask you something. What's the point of homework?"
"I don't know," Timmy said. "In my theory, it's just meant to torture people." He said chuckling, "Umh why? Having a hard time trying to do it? Don't worry I didn't even do it. That's not something to be proud of, but I am." Poof nodded his head, "Homework in small does isn't bad, but Crocker overdoes it. It's meant for something like practicing what we learn in class, but who cares? I don't, I'd rather spend the time doing fun things. What do you like to do?" Poof never replied, just went silent after a few more attempts Timmy went quiet. They finished up the rest of the lunch period in silence, "Well I'm gonna get a head start on going to class. You sure you're going to be alright?"
"I" ll be fine. In fact, I'm doing better than I ever have," With that Poof left in utter silence. Timmy was left rather confused, and after slipping into a private place.
"What is wrong with him?" Timmy asked, "Seriously why is he so familiar to me? It's annoying."
"Well, maybe you've run into him from the past?" Cosmo suggested, "I don't know Timmy maybe we should go-"
"Oh no, you don't sport. You have to get to class, don't think about it too much there's always later." Grumbling he made his way to Crocker's classroom, the entire time his mind was pondering. Why was he so...strange?
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"So what were you talking to Poof about?" Chester asked. "He actually seemed to be talking to you. Unlike everyone elsewhere his replies are usually short words or well you know dosen't answer. Unless it's a teacher or Crocker." His blonde-haired best friend demanded. Poof had developed quite a name for himself with everyone in school not sure what to say about him. Timmy thought for a moment not sure how to reply the words from the first time he interacted with him still irked him.
"Not much really," Timmy admitted. "I did most of the talking. He just asked a lot of questions really. About homework, friends, Crocker. But ya, he doesn't really say much."
"Figures as much," Aj said. "Though I swear there's something strange about him." '
"Who knows," Timmy shrugged his shoulders. With that, he separated from his friends as they came up to their one street. In which they all went their separate ways home. Timmy's walk mostly left him to banter with his godparents, which he slid behind a bush. And wished himself home. Upon leaving the room he turned around to see his parents standing there going over everything in the house. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, "What's wrong?" Timmy asked, and both of his parents' gaze turned towards him.
"Hi, Timmy!" His dad shouted, "When did you get home? Anyhoo have you noticed anything missing? Or out of place? We just had a break-in."
"Wait what?" Timmy asked worriedly.
"Don't worry Timmy, so far nothing seems to be missing. But ya I was walking into the house and noticed the lights were on downstairs. I called out and the cuprite disappeared. I hope he didn't touch my figurines. Or your father's rare vintage vinyls those are worth a lot of money you know. Anyway, you should go to your room and make sure nothing was taken." Timmy nodded his head, and quickly returned to his room.
"Guys I wish that whatever was taken was returned," both of his godparents raised their wands which only gave a farting sound. "What?"
"Well, that means your wish violates a rule!" Cosmo shouted, "Or…"
"Or and most likely," Wanda replied. As she was flicking through Da Rules, "Nothing was taken. But that opened the question."
"Who would come to a person's house uninvited and not take anything?" Timmy asked, concerned, Wanda could only shrug her shoulders. They went about searching, but everything was as it was supposed to. "So did anyone find anything?"
"I found these old pennies that are worth a fortune," Cosmo said, and Timmy just sighed. "What? I thought we're looking for lost things."
"Cosmo you idiot. We're checking to make sure nothing was taken," Timmy said. Cosmo took a moment and nodded his head, "But with a wish that failed, or if anything out of the ordinary was here."
"I found nothing," Cosmo said. "Well, I wasn't exactly checking either."
"Everything looks to be the same," Wanda said. "And your parents think it's safe. So there's nothing to be on the lookout. Cosmo and I will protect you, and if whoever comes back. They're in for a nasty surprise." Timmy nodded his head and dropped his backpack on the floor.
"I guess…"