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Chapter 36: Not as Easy as Hogwarts Made it Seem
« On: October 07, 2017, 10:24:56 AM »
The school had 987 students, which meant Elijah wasn't doing all the testing. Zeke went fishing with his dad and Mac within the first hour. Ripley stayed, coloring quietly in the corner, reading books, and otherwise keeping herself occupied. Elijah sometimes worried about her, too, that maybe she was repressing things she shouldn't just to look like the better child. Elijah realized he'd need to talk to her about it soon.

But first, winnowing out the kids who possessed some sort of true magical gift from the ones that didn't made for three very long days. Ripley went to class the second day, her first day of real school. Elijah knew she'd be fine. Zeke stayed home with Mac and Strider. They'd agreed that for now magic class would be his only schooling. One or two hours a day was all one could reasonably expect him to sit still for.

But first things first. The tests continued, starting with the youngest students.

"Amanda Fox." Ms. Anderson, the school librarian, stuck her head in the door and escorted a tidy looking four-year old into the room. She had a delicate build, red hair pulled back into a rather severe ponytail, freckles like gold dust across her pretty if pinched face, and gold rimmed spectacles. Her surname fit her.

Amanda sat carefully in the chair in front of Elijah, and after hearing an explanation of what she was expected to do picked up the wand, read the spell in a precise little voice, and caused the blue blob of clay in front of her to do neat little cartwheels across the desk. She then put the wand down in the exact place it had been and waited to be dismissed.

"Very good, Amanda," he said, and marked her as a yes."You may go back to class."

She nodded and left.

"Lily Patrick."

A girl with brown ponytails and a big smile skipped confidently into the room. "Hi."

"Hi, Lily. I'm Mr. Naismith. How are you today?"

"I'm great! Are we really going to have a magic class?"


"I can heal animals. People, too."

"You can? That's--how old are you?"

"I just turned four."

"That's pretty impressive for four."

She shrugged. "I like animals. Bugs, too. I don't discriminate."

He smiled. "So this test is to do something to this ball of clay without touching it or otherwise using objects to touch it. You may use a wand, or the spell I have here."

"So, I can do anything?"


"Hmmmmm." She regarded it carefully, then closed her eyes. The ball of clay was now covered in sparkly glitter. Lily opened her eyes and clapped her hands. "I did it!"

"Yes, you did." Elijah smiled at her. "Nicely done."

"So, am I in?"

"The results will be be posted soon, but between you and me I think you have a pretty good chance, yes."

"Yay!" She hopped up and ran to the door, turned around. "I mean, thank you."

He laughed. "You're welcome."

The days wore on.

"Magnus Finch."

A very serious looking six-year old--Elijah had everyone's names and ages on a chart--with skin so dark it was almost true black and a mop of coils on his head came in. He was dressed like a small adult: button down shirt, waistcoat, tie, nice slacks.

"Hello, sir, before I waste your time I'm not magic at all."


"No. I've been trying to find any sort of talent and I can't do anything but basic cantrips."

Elijah shrugged. "Sure you don't want to give it a try?"

"I really don't have the aptitude, but it's your dime I guess."

Elijah laughed. He liked this kid. He even talked like an adult. Magnus's assessment of himself was correct. The ball did nothing but sit there.

"Nice to meet you, Magnus," he said as the child, shrugging, stood.

"You too, sir. I believe my talents lie elsewhere."

"I have no doubt they are many."

This earned him a flash of a smile, and Magnus took his leave.

"Seth Patrick."

Another Patrick. Interesting. He watched as a kid with very fair hair sauntered in, hands in pockets, shoulder checking Magnus as he left, which Elijah first thought was aggression but then caught Magnus's smile. So, they were friends. This child was also a pretty natty dresser, if slouchier than Magnus. His tie was loose, as was his shirt collar, shirt untucked. This kid was already very good looking and seemed like he knew it. His hair reached nearly to his waist.

"Have a seat."

Seth did, slouchily.

"The test is to affect the properties of the clay ball in front of you without touching it."

Seth cocked his head, regarding the ball of clay. Then a wicked little grin spread across his face. "I can do anything to it?"

Elijah shook his head, smiling. "Yes."

Without any seeming effort on the boy's part the ball of clay reformed itself into the likeness of a penis.

Elijah laughed. He couldn't help himself. "You're a troublemaker, aren't you, kid."

"Yes, sir," Seth said, smiling back.

"You're dismissed."

Seth left. Elijah picked up the tiny clay dick and molded it back to a ball after marking Seth Patrick as a definite yes.

"Dante Patrick."

Big family. This kid was, like Seth, six. Probably a cousin, then. The child who walked in was also clearly going to be good looking as he aged, with an easy athletic gait and a ready smile. He had dark brown hair and olive skin and wore jeans and a t-shirt with a flannel shirt over it.

He also had no magical talent whatsoever. He laughed good-naturedly.

"Coulda told you that." He left.

"Graciela Chaudri."

Another very serious looking child walked in. Elijah was struck by her eyes, large and brown and heavily lashed. She didn't smile once, just picked up the wand and sent the clay ball spinning on a controlled arc through the air. Set the wand down with a satisfied nod.

"Thank you, Graciela."

She nodded and left.

"Avery Dalton-Fox."

The kid who came in was full of cocky swagger, short light brown hair in a touseled mop, brilliant smile, the regular features of a future heartbreaker, wearing rich boy clothes and chewing gum. "So, what's the deal?"

"Affect this ball of clay without touching it." Elijah kind of hoped he would fail.

"Easy." He picked up the wand and shot the ball across the room, making it fly around crazily until it stuck to the ceiling. Grinned, set it down, left.

Sighing, Elijah wrote him down as a yes.

The days wore on. Most of the children did not show enough aptitude, but Elijah kept at it.

"Sophie Yama."

The daughter of the Summer King. Elijah sat up a little straighter and then laughed at himself. She was 8. The child who walked in reminded him forcibly of Wednesday Addams. Long dark hair in two braids, paler than pale, not smiling.

"There will be thirteen of us," she announced in a flat voice. "I could give you the names but why bother? You'll figure it out. Oh, and duck," she said.

"Excuse me?"


The ball of clay Avery had stuck to the ceiling fell at that moment and hit Elijah in the head.

Sophie shrugged. "Told you to duck."

"You're psychic."

She rolled her eyes. "Bit slow."

He laughed a little. "Can you do anything else?"

"Yes. I'm a witch even though my dad is technically a fairy now. He was conscripted. I assume you're not teaching fairies because their magic is too different?"

"That's correct. Oberon Summerdream is organizing a different sort of magic class for kids with fairy magic."

Sophie nodded, already seemingly bored. "So, what's the test?"

"Affect this ball of clay." Today's ball was yellow. "The one on the table, not the one stuck in my hair."

"Hold still." Rolled eyes again. She held up her hand and the clay freed itself from Elijah's impressive mop of natural hair and flew to her hand. She then opened her palm, where it turned into a unicorn which then split to create a monster that ate the unicorn and belched. "We good?"

Elijah laughed. "Uh, yeah. We're good."

The last kid of the last day was Fjordan O'Malley, aged 12. He walked in, hands in the pockets of his scruffy black jeans, wearing a Nirvana T-shirt, black hair falling in his face, black bracelet on his wrist, black boots.

"This is stupid." The kid's voice bore traces of an Irish accent. "I ain't got no magic."

"Just try."

Fjordan rolled his eyes. "Move, you wanking ball."

The ball did nothing.


Elijah nodded.

The kid stalked out.

Well, then. That was it. Elijah rubbed his eyes and stretched. Time for a good night's sleep, because tomorrow his real work would begin.

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Re: Chapter 36: Not as Easy as Hogwarts Made it Seem
« Reply #1 On: October 07, 2017, 12:05:16 PM »
I love this!!! Really fun to get to see a little montage of a bunch of the kids' personalities. Magic school is gonna be fun  :D
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Re: Chapter 36: Not as Easy as Hogwarts Made it Seem
« Reply #2 On: October 07, 2017, 02:25:35 PM »
I was most amused by Magnus Finch..."...but it's your dime I guess."  :J
I tend to have a lot of sympathy for people who have no talent in magic. :P
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Re: Chapter 36: Not as Easy as Hogwarts Made it Seem
« Reply #3 On: October 07, 2017, 06:38:16 PM »
Thank you for reading!