The Fault In Our Names

Part 2

"Okay and cut!" Said Mr. Spielberg, the director. "Tom that was excellent, you really got into character" 

"Thank you sir, but its really all your doing you know, it would be much harder to get in character if you hand't done such a great job on the set" I replied, giving him a smile. He beamed. It was just so easy. Charisma was something I was born with, I always seemed to know exactly how to act and what to say to different people to get them to like me. To be honest, the only reason I was starring in this movie at all was because I complimented Mr. Spielberg on his other movies, and he took a liking to me. Well, that and also because my father may or may not have magically convinced him to cast me in the movie... haha... 

Speaking of my father, he just came in to see my last cut, and thankfully my best one. He came over to me and took me back to the car, where we discussed wizard politics together on the way home. That was when he told me. I had always assumed that they would send me to the wizard school in New York, it seemed the obvious thing, but now, when the time came, my father wanted to send me to Hogwarts, in England. Apparently it had a better educational system, and, as he put it, 'it was good for me to go back to my home country.' As if. The only thing that I have in common to a brit is my accent, and thats only because my father forced my to keep it up. I knew not to argue with my father, I had learnt that the hard way, but I couldn't let him win this time.

"Father please, isn't it much cheaper to send me to New York to study? I'll be closer to home if you need me for any acting," I pleaded.

"Oh so now you want to do lots of acting. The acting world can live without you for a bit. You are going to Hogwarts." He ended firmly. Neither of us spoke for the rest of the drive home.

When we arrived at the house, I quickly said thank you to my father and ran upstairs to my room. As I flopped down on my bed, I tried to think of the positive things. Well, I thought, its not like I would have any friends yet anyway if I went to New York, because all of my friends are the muggles from acting. So the people experience would at least be the the same. The weather would be colder, but we would have warmer clothes to make up for it. I wasn't sure if the food would be better, but, knowing wizards, I was sure it would be very good never the less. So it only came down to one thing really: school work. My father had said that it was better, but did that mean harder? more tests? Not so many days off? I would just have to find out.

No one spoke about the Hogwarts subject for a few weeks, and I had almost started to think that may have changed their minds, until one day, my mother said something surprising. 

"Thomas, I have a plane ticket here for you. You are going to London later this evening. Your flight will be leaving in four hours so you better go and pack your bags quickly. Go now." she said with out any emotion.

Typical. They weren't even going to London with me to say goodbye. I took out a trunk and asked our house elf, Spicky, to make it massive on the inside. If I was going, then I was bringing lots. I knew I would have to leave space for school supplies and robes, so I only packed it half full. Even with only half the space, I managed to fit everything in. All my bulky winter jackets, all the clothes for the weekend, my broomstick, football (something muggles use to play sports), mp3 player, cd's, and a box of muggle sweets I really liked.  With all that packed, I went down stairs and shoved some shoes in the trunk, and putting another pair on. I went outside and hailed a taxi. I wasn't even going to bother saying goodbye to my parents. After trying to squeeze the suitcase into the boot/trunk of the taxi, and deciding it wouldn't fit, I slid into the front seat, as the taxi driver put the trunk over the back two seats. I pulled out my mp3 player and relaxed until I got to the Airport. I know you must be thinking it strange for a 12 year old boy to be so independent, but to me, this was normal. Just this year they had already sent me on three flights all alone, so I was quite used to it. In fact, it was more fun, because all the pretty air hostesses fussed over me, and gave me free chocolate.