Hewitt Parkinson and the Philosopher’s Pizza Shapes
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Chapter 3
Horizont Alley
Hewitt awoke to some horrible tapping. He looked towards the mischievous sound, and saw a pigeon holding a piece of paper in its talons. It was banging against the window ferociously. Hewitt ran to the window and opened it. This, because of all of all the extraordinary events that had happened last chapter, did not surprise him. The pigeon flew in, and dropped the paper on Johnson. It then started attacking Johnson’s jacket.
“Don’t do that!” Hewitt bellowed.
“He want’s paying. Give him five bees.” Johnson replied. Obviously, Johnson was used to making eleven year olds do cheap labour for him. ‘Well it stops here.’ Hewitt thought.
“No, I will not do your slave labour.” Hewitt replied to Johnson.
“You won’t? Blast! I’ll have to do it myself.” Johnson got up, and went to his coat. He rummaged in his pocket, and took out five copper coins, about the thickness of a pencil. He placed these tiny coins in the pigeon’s pouch. The bird flew off, leaving Hewitt and Johnson packing up to leave the little shack (the Smith’s were left, forgotten. They had to find their own way back to shore).
When Hewitt and Johnson where both ready, they left the shack and hopped into the boat outside the shack (It had miraculously survived the storm last night). Hewitt couldn’t see another boat.
“How’d you get over here without a boat?” Hewitt asked.
“Yeah, that’s right” Johnson replied. He wasn’t really listening. He was scraping corn off his ears (you REALLY don’t want to know how he gets his carrots) and began eating them. “Seems a shame to row,” Johnson said looking at the oars. “You wouldn’t tell anyone if I were to use a bit of magic would ya? I’m not meant to do any magic now I’ve got you.”
“Of course I won’t. Why aren’t you meant to do magic?” Hewitt interrogated.
“I was at Delarg myself until I was expelled.” Johnson leant close. “But they forgot to take my wand away!” Johnson took out the paper the pigeon had given him, tapped the boat with his trench coat and it sped off. Hewitt saw that it was a newspaper entitled “Magic Today”.
“Magic Government stuffing everything up of course” Johnson mumbled.
“There’s a Magical Government?” Hewitt asked, as ignorant as always.
“Of course, they keep stuffing everything up. As I just mumbled just then. Everyone wanted Bumblebee for minister. But he will never leave Delarg. So ‘old Cornelius Chocolate’ got the job.”
“Um, who’s Bumblebee?” Hewitt quizzed.
“Who’s Bumblebee? Oh Yeah! I didn’t tell you about him did I? Bumblebee is the headmaster of Delarg.” The boat came to a stop at the shore and Hewitt got out of it. They started the long treck back to the city.
When the two companions arrived at the city, Hewitt began interrogating Johnson about the magical world.
“How are we going to get all my stuff?” Hewitt finally asked.
“We’re going to go into Horizont Alley. We go through a pub. Famous place this pub. Ah, here it is.” Johnson pointed to a huge building and Hewitt thought that such a big place would be noticed by Jigglers. They went in and Hewitt was shocked to see that the place was deserted except for one customer. “Hello proffers BFTP.” (BFTP is pronounced biftip)Johnson said.
“Hello Johnson. Who’ve you got there? Is it another eleven year old to do your slave labour?”
“No, it’s a new student. We’re going into Horizont Alley to buy his school things. Be seeing you!” Johnson replied. He steered Hewitt upstairs, and took him to a deserted room. “Now trust me here OK? I’m going to get you into Horizont Alley OK?”
“Yep, um, how do you get into…” Hewitt began, but Johnson had grabbed Hewitt and thrown him out the eighth story window! Next thing Hewitt knew, he was standing in an alley. He heard Johnson land heavily next to him. “Why is that man’s name BFTP?” Hewitt asked.
“His real name is Justanother Blast-From-The-Past. He’s a teacher at your school.”
“How am I going to buy all my school things?” Hewitt asked.
“That’s for our first stop. Mr. Banks’s Bank! Your parents left all their money to you. Damn they were rich.” The duo headed off to the bank, where they saw a vault saying ‘Hewitt Parkinson’s Vault. Robberies Thus far: 3. Successful robberies: 3’. Johnson pulled a key out of his pocket, and jammed it in the keyhole. The vault opened and there stood the biggest fortune Hewitt had ever seen. There were heaps of those little copper coins called ‘bees’, thousands of bigger titanium coins and four platinum coins that were the size of soccer balls.
“The Titanium ones are called ‘penguins’. Do you see the little penguin on in? Just like there’s a bee on the bees.” He took out one of the HUGE coins and indicated a large lion on it.
“Let me guess. These are called ‘lions’?” Hewitt asked smartly.
“No they’re not. They’re called Budges.” Johnson replied.
“Now, it is one hundred bees to a penguin and one thousand penguins to Budge. You understand?” Hewitt nodded. He put a Budge in his wallet and a pile of penguins and a heap of bees. They then headed over to the uniform shop. As they waited to be served (bad service seems to be a custom for wizard shops), Hewitt saw what the uniform looked like. It was a moron robes with a golden cloak.
“Delarg, dear?” A woman asked.
“Yes.” Hewitt replied. She grabbed him and took him to the rooms. There, Hewitt saw another boy.
“Hello. Delarg as well?” the boy asked.
“Yes.” Hewitt replied.
“Do you play Findit?” He asked.
“No.” Hewitt responded.
“Know what house you’ll be in yet?” The boy continued to interrogate.
“No.” Hewitt replied promptly.
“Well I suppose no one knows until they get there I suppose.” The boy confirmed. “Well I’ll see you there I suppose. Unless you cross me next chapter, I reckon we could be friends. Well see ya.” The boy left the shop leaving Hewitt alone again.
When Hewitt had his uniform, he headed straight to the bookshop. He got all his books and Johnson consulted his list.
“OK, just your wand to go. Oh, and your birthday present of course.” Johnson led Hewitt to another shop. It was called ‘Mr. Owen’s wands.’ He walked in and saw a dumpy little man looking at shelves. He spun around and caught sight of Hewitt and Johnson.
“Why hello! I suppose you want a wand?” the man asked. When Hewitt nodded, the man looked delighted. He measured Hewitt and started presenting Hewitt with wands. Hewitt got a nice green and glow in the dark wand (they came in different colours and styles). Hewitt decided to keep on interrogating Johnson.
“How did my parents die?” Hewitt asked.
“Well, they were killed, you see?” Johnson replied. “You-Know-Who killed them.”
“Who is You-Know Who?” Hewitt demanded.
“Don’t like to say his name out loud. If his followers heard, they would kill you. Except for bumblebee of course. But here goes. Evil_Man.”
“Evil_Man? Who is Evil_Man?” Hewitt continued to interrogate.
“He went and killed people. No, here’s you ticket. You need to go to 777 Magic Street, No Jigglers tomorrow. OK?” Johnson hurried off leaving Hewitt alone back at his house.
Chapter 4
The Excitement Builds Up As Hewitt Is On His Way To School.
The next day came very quickly for Hewitt. He waited at the house and the Smiths came in looking very damp (three guesses why). Hewitt forced them to take him to 777 Magic Street, No Jigglers. The Smiths felt that it would be handy to get rid of Hewitt for a while. They took Hewitt to the place and shooed him out the car.
There was a huge crowd there. All at once, they charged straight at the closes window. As they hit the window, they disappeared. Hewitt decided to follow their lead and charged straight at the window. He hit the window and he hit solid ground. He stood up, and stared. He saw dozens of goldfish just lying on the ground. People were piling luggage and seats on to them. An old looking woman stepped up onto a stool and started giving instructions.
“All students must get on a Goldfish. No more then ten to a goldfish. Now to start your goldfish you have to snap a twig on them. Now snap to it!” The woman tried to suppress her laughter, but unable to do so, fell over in gales of laughter. Everybody hopped onto a goldfish and got a twig out. A tall boy sat down next to Hewitt. He had red hair and was freckled violently. When everybody had a seat, they snapped a twig on their goldfish and they flew of.
“Hi. I’m Roger Williams. What’s your name?” the boy asked.
“Hewitt Parkinson.” Hewitt Parkinson replied.
“Are you really? You’re famous. Everyone in our world knows your name.” the boy said. “Is it true that you got three and a half out of two hundred for your last maths test?” the boy inquired.
“Yes, but it was a hard subject. They should leave addition to high school.” Hewitt replied.
“Delarg is the best school. I’ve got three brothers who all went to Delarg. It’s so cool.” At this, the boy that Hewitt saw in the uniform shop came up to them.
“Everyone is saying that Hewitt Parkinson is up here. It’s you isn’t it?” the boy asked Hewitt.
“Yes, that's me.” Hewitt replied promptly.
“You want to have good friends like me. Oh, these two are Fishe and Gargy. I’m Odor Nausae.” Roger sniggered. “What are you laughing at? You’re a Williams. You don’t want to hang around people like the Williams, Hewitt. I can help you there.” He stuck his hand out to shake hands but Hewitt declined it. Nausae left. Moments later, a boy came in.
“Have either of you seen a cow around here?” he asked. Roger and Hewitt shook their heads and the boy left. Not long after, a girl came in with the boy. Has anyone seen a cow around here? Freddy’s lost one.” The girl demanded ferociously.
“We’ve already told him we haven’t” Roger replied viciously. Roger took out his wand and took out his beetle.
“Ooh you’re doing magic! Let’s see it!” Roger waved his wand around a few times, and the beetle stayed exactly the same. “That spell didn’t work to well did it? I’m so smart; everything I’ve tried has worked. See you at school. We’re almost there.” Hewitt and Roger changed into their school clothes as soon as the girl had left.
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