I lied. Have a filler chapter. My goal for this is to make you at least smile or maybe laugh ;)
Thank you Qwen Cooper, sepchipmunk, BlackRose-FlowerofDeath, AmeliaKateYEA, TwivicarLark, merlinjackson, TheBadWolves, Kminari and MarniLoves for your support! :D
As for 12, Qwen, well, I have plans for him, quite similar, which you will eventually see...
'We see magic around us as an arcane force, unknown in its properties but yet able to do mystic things-'
"GET BACK HERE, YOU SHRIMP!"
Snap
"I'M NOT A SHRIMP!"
'This is not actually quite the case. Magic itself exists on a plane unseen and uncontrollable by normal humans, such as Muggles, and to an extent, Squibs-'
Snap
"YOU ARE TOTALLY A SHRIMP!"
"YEAH? THEN YOU'RE A PRAWN!"
'But wizards, and Squibs, to a lesser extent, can both see and manipulate this plane-'
Snap
"PRAWN?! YOU'RE CALLING YOURSELF A PRAWN?!"
"YOU WERE THE ONE THAT CALLED YOURSELF A SHRIMP!"
Snap
"WHY YOU-"
"FOR RASSILON'S SAKE, SHUT UP! THE BOTH OF YOU! YOU'RE BOTH SHRIMPS!"
Quiet
"'With additional assistance from a wand, acting as a conduit. Magic is a natural force, as is wood-'"
"See, you are a shrimp!"
"Sh-!"
"Not. Another. Word."
"Humph."
There were at least two months until school term started for Nine, Ten and Eleven.
With the TARDIS temporarily temporally and practically spatially grounded, Twelve just barely managed to park it on the outskirts of some forest, not too far away from London, but enough as to not draw attention.
Needless to say, this caused quite the case of cabin fever for the poor Time Lord/s.
Over the course of those few months, several things happened, the most recent of which, Nine stealing Eleven's fishbowl (with a goldfish. No one knew where it came from.) and running around the TARDIS console, in a game of cat and mouse. This started a chain effect in which Ten retreated once more into his book, shutting off the outside world, and Twelve snapping his chalk in fits of annoyance before it became too much and he snapped as well.
If this wasn't enough there was The Packing Problem, capital T deserved.
Following their trip to Diagon Alley, the Doctors returned to the TARDIS, still where they left it. Ten mumbled something about books, and after dumping the others' share into their hands, retreated into the TARDIS.
The annoyed Nine and Eleven, already carrying some other things, ungraciously dumped them on the floor, the TARDIS seeming to grumble slightly.
Twelve merely settled for a piercing look at the two, unearthing Ten's copy of the first book from his pockets, the latter never actually having gotten it back. He quickly flicked to a page and scanned it.
"Trunks, gloves and telescopes, you two. Get some for the porcupine as well."
And so, with the slow dawning looks of realisation, the duo made a break for a storage room, each silently racing the other. Twelve stood, dumbfounded at his younger selves. He shook his head and turned away.
In a storage room of the TARDIS, None and Ten surveyed the sea of, well, junk, and other bits.
"How are gonna find anything here?"
"I have no idea. See, it's the plan that we don't have a plan so we plan to make a plan."
With that, Eleven hoisted himself over a pile of scrap metal and one grandfather clock, Nine rolling his eyes and going around it.
"Aha! I remember!"
Eleven had come across a trunk, still in quite good condition, engraved with Gallifreyan markings. He threw it open, coughing slightly as it uncovered a layer of dust. Then, a swarm of bats flew out, some hitting Nine on their way out. Eleven was unfazed.
"See? Here's trunk. And," with great effort, he hauled out two other trunks, more beaten than the one it was stored in. "Two more!"
Nine checked over the other two, turning one on its side. A veritable sea of scrolls tumbled out, joining all the other things on the floor. A teapot followed suit, still whiffing out faint clouds of steam.
"Well," he remarked dryly. "I guess that's where all the lost scrolls of Atlantis went."
Eleven popped his head out of the first trunk, reminiscent of his emergence from the TARDIS post regeneration. "What did you say? Oh, yeah, I found a copy of this!"
He tossed a manuscript over the edge. It landed with a thump near Nine.
"The Winchester Gospels."
"Interesting." Nine shoved it away with his foot. He opened the other trunk. It was pitch black, and smelled of liquorice. That was when he realised it was liquorice. He abruptly shoved it to the side, where the largest stick of liquorice he had ever seen fell out.
Eleven popped his head out again, this time wearing a traditional nightcap. He wrinkled his nose. "Do I smell liquorice?"
Nine just pointed to it.
"Ah. I see. So that's where it went!"
He ducked under again, and Nine sighed. He should probably get around to cleaning out the trunks as well. Starting with this one. He looked down into it, suppressing the urge give up and walk away.
Within that trunk was countless more. He noticed a note stuck onto the back of the lid.
'Raggedy man, don't think me and Rory didn't notice you looking at our telescopes like you wanted to take them apart. You know the last time you looked like that, we had raisin toast for three weeks straight, just because you 'upgraded' the toaster. Don't get me wrong, we love raisin toast, but only the kind that doesn't scream whenever you take a bite. So, I had River hide them, because she's a good girl and knows exactly where you won't look. You know, I almost feel sorry for you. She was muttering something about liquorice. If it's River, then it's never good. Good luck finding them,
Amy.'
"Uh, do you know an Amy? Says here a River hid some telescopes in here. I might need some help with this..."
Eleven was by Nine's side in a heartsbeat. He snatched the note off the lid, scanning it with a forlorn expression. He peered down into the trunk, whistling. "We went stargazing at the plains of T'kkla Grikl. I always wondered where the telescopes they used were. Not that I needed them or anything."
(We shall not speak of the monstrosities found in this uncovering.)
Nine was slumped in anti-grav egg chair, which he had the feeling the TARDIS was taking pity on him, and so, provided the chair. He watched Eleven dig through a pile of stuff, who often making remarks and such when he found something of interest.
"That's a fossil. That's a tin of vintage Earth style canned tomatoes circa 5723. That's... a cookie? Here we are!" Eleven triumphantly raised a small glove, felt like in appearance.
"That's the last one! Oh, good old Saringlinkan moss! Never had the chance to use this, now I do!" He tossed it onto a pile of other gloves, all of them different, and ranging from what looked like scales, leather and some other indescribable textures. In all that time, he hadn't found a matching set at all.
"Oi! Ears! Gimme a hand with all this!" 'Ears' glowered at his future self.
"Stop calling me that!" Nevertheless, he alighted from the egg, uprighting a conveniently placed bellhop with some effort. He gave it a push, and it rocketed over to Eleven, who dived out of the way. It collided with the liquorice stick, rebounding for a moment before screeching to a halt.
"Oh. Oops. Forgot I had this." Eleven removed a box from his head, rubbing it sheepishly. Nine groaned. His future was not looking particularly bright. As Eleven loaded all the trunks onto the bellhop, Nine made his way over to the glove pile, grabbing them all. With hurrying from Eleven, Nine took a seat on a trunk.
"Ready?"
"What do you meeeaAAaa-!"
Eleven kickstarted the bellhop. It gave the most tremendous screech and sputtered away at an uncontrollable speed, the two Time Lords hanging on for dear life.
"-aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAN!"
It thundered out, crashing through piles of stuff, hitting a bump on the way out, sending it flying through the air.
Eleven whooped in half crazed, half terrified joy. "GERONIMOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Nine was still too astonished to care.
The bellhop flew through the halls at an alarming pace, rocketing past rooms that blurred behind them with their speed. It went straight through a greenhouse room, which left an upended pot plant on Eleven's head and a perfectly balanced apple on Nine's.
That only slowed it down a little. It turned onto a room shaped like an Olympic racetrack, the bellhop's wheels burning skid marks onto the ground. It went round and round the track, making Nine and Eleven dizzier and dizzier as it spun. Miraculously, the trunks didn't budge at all.
Somehow, it must have hit a loose piece of something, because suddenly, the whole thing, the Doctor included, was launched into the air. It sailed past the stands, giving what sounded like a final wheeze before making a steep descent into a pit of nothingness.
The blackness came up to meet them, but as they drew nearer, it seemed to clear up.
Into what suspiciously looked like the console room.
*Crash!*
An astonished Twelve looked up in shock at the sudden materialisation of a rockethop, several trunks and two Time Lords. The eldest Doctor sighed.
"I'm expecting you to clean this up."
All he received in reply was a thumbs up and some muffled groans.
Next, the Journey to Hogwarts! There's another reference in here, should be fairly obvious for those who know *wiggles eyebrows*
