Halloween came fairly quickly. Hewitt and friends (not to mention enemies) all were stunned by the decorations. There were pumpkins the size of mushrooms all over the hall. It was really quite amazing how little effort had been put into decorations. Hewitt and Roger both sat down at the Davy table. There was food that looked absolutely fantastic. There was steak; there was pie and any other type of food you can think of (except sausages) on the tables. Hewitt was very hungry and helped himself to a lot of food. He was very hungry. Hayley was in the girl’s toilet (someone said she had nice hair and she took it the wrong way). Half way through the feast, the doors flew open. Professor BFTP came charging through them. “There is a Behemoth! In the Basement! I thought you’d like to know.” He cried before collapsing on the ground. “How did a Behemoth get in?” Hewitt quizzed Roger. “I don’t know. They’re meant to be really hairy and big.” Roger replied defiantly. “Prefects will lead their houses to their dormitories. Leading Boy and Girl, come with the teachers. We will deal with the Behemoth.” Professor Bumblebee said. Hewitt and Roger got up and headed over to Peter. As the Davy’s headed back to the common room, Hewitt elbowed Roger. “Hayley doesn’t know about the Behemoth.” Hewitt whispered. “Okay, let’s go get her and warn her.” Roger replied quietly. They snuck away from Peter and went looking for the girl’s toilet. They thought they’d found them (they saw a little sign on the door saying ‘Girl’s Toilet’) when they heard some strange footsteps. They looked towards the sound and saw a huge beast. It was fourteen feet tall and had coarse brown hair. It headed towards them but Hewitt had an idea. The behemoth got close, and Hewitt led it into the door they were standing by. He darted out from in front of it, and shut the door behind him. That was when he heard a muffled scream. “Oh no!” Roger cried. “That’s the Girl’s Toilet.” “Hayley!” Hewitt bellowed. They hurried back to the door and hastily opened it. They looked in, and saw the behemoth reaching out at Hayley. “Hey, peabrain!” Roger yelled. The Behemoth turned around and looked at Roger. Roger swore, as the creature advanced on him. Hewitt dashed behind the beast and grabbed Hayley. The only problem was, as Hewitt shunned Hayley out of the room, was that Roger was in a life-risking situation. Hewitt ran up to the Behemoth and did something either very brave or very stupid (probably the latter). He jumped up on the behemoth’s back and ripped out some of his hair. Ron whipped out his wand, attempted to freeze the creature, missed, hit the ceiling and the chandelier (The girl’s toilet was much better equipped than the boy’s) fell on the beast’s head, knocking it out. Moments later, the teachers came running. “How dare you? You thought you could take on a fully grown Behemoth? You’re lucky we heard Miss Greenfield scream. But not many students could take out a fully grown Behemoth. You will all get five points for Davy. Now go to bed. When Hewitt and Roger got back to the common room they saw Hayley waiting there. They instantly became friends.
Hayley had quickly given their little group a name that would rival the Oversized Crustations. “We should be called HRH (pronounced hur-uh). Aren’t I clever?” she had said. HRH decided that they would go and see Johnson (They hadn’t seen him for a few chapters). They got to his house, and began query him. “Why is there a seven headed snake in the school?” Hayley asked fiercely. “How do you know about Fluffy?” Johnson asked. “Fluffy? The thing’s called Fluffy?” Roger questioned. “Yeah, he’s mine. I thought I’d lend it to Bumblebee to help guard the phi... Nope, I’m not going to say anything.” Johnson replied. “What’s it guarding?” Hayley asked. “That’s not for you to know. It’s for me to know. It’s a matter between Bumblebee and Nigel Flamin. Of course, when I say Nigel Flamin, I mean nobody.” Johnson dismissed them from his house. “So, there’s someone called Nigel Flamin behind all this. We’d better get back to the castle. I have a Findit game later.” Hewitt confirmed. HRH headed back up to the castle and headed inside. Hewitt had breakfast quickly and went and got his backlash 600. He met with the team in the Davy Findit room. Hewitt was very nervous (did they have to play in front of the whole school?) and almost wanted to back out. But Cood reassured him that he would be OK. The team (The Midgets they were called for some unknown reason) headed onto the field. They mounted their brooms and rose into the air. The Trewartha team (The Giant Ants) followed straight after them. Findit was a complicated game. Each quarter only ended when the Timer hit the ground. The players are aloud to hit the timer to end quarters or keep them going. It was one point to score. As centre, Hewitt had the job of getting the ball to the strikers. The siren blew and the game began, Hewitt and the opposition centre charged at the ball floating in the centre. Hewitt reached it first and hit it to Grant Williams who took it, tapped the ball to himself a couple of times, before smashing the ball to the Davy striker who was called Anna Angelstine. Anna took the ball but before she could hit the ball through for goal, the Trewartha centre stole the ball off of her. Hewitt chased at him (the other player was tapping the ball to himself, staying in possession of it) and when he was in reach, leaned out to steal the ball, the player though, passed off to his Striker who took it in the open, aimed, and fired to the right of the goals. He had predicted the goal movement perfectly and the ball sailed into the back of the net for a goal. Hewitt saw something that made his heart stop. A Trewartha player had smacked the Timer towards the ground and Hewitt was the only one who saw it. He charged down in a dive and inches (I think it was 60 inches from the ground) from the ground hit it back into the air. In Hewitt’s absence, Trewartha had scored again. Hewitt took the ball, passed to Felix Williams, who passed to Anna who glanced the ball to Grant who was in the open and put the ball in the goals. Hewitt again took the ball out the centre and took a run. He tapped the ball to himself many times and was in range of the goals when he felt a bat collide with the back of his head. The whistle blew and Hewitt had a penalty shot. The goals stood still, and Hewitt just had the keeper to beat. He held the ball in one hand, and threw it above his head. He hit the ball as it came down and put to the top-left of the goals. It beat the keeper. The Timer was still high in the air so there was plenty of time. Trewartha took the ball and got it to their Striker. The Striker aimed and shot. This time, he didn’t pick the goal movement and he missed. Cood took the ball and passed very long to Anna who drew two defenders to her and passed over them to Hewitt who shot for goal. The keeper for Trewartha saved the goal and passed to his centre but Felix was there and stole the ball from him. He passed to Hewitt, who passed to Anna who scored! The Midgets were in front! Trewartha took the ball but Hewitt saw out the corner of his eye, Grant hit the Timer towards the ground. The Giant Ants though, attacked forward. They got it to their Striker, who faked a shot (which totally deceived Cood, the keeper). He tapped the ball to himself again, and prepared to shoot with Cood wrong-footed. The siren went. Hewitt looked down, and saw the Timer was resting on the ground. They had won. They flew down to the ground and prepared celebrations. There was a party in the common room later. Everyone in Davy was there. Someone had drawn up on one of the walls a picture of the Findit cup. This confused Hewitt (he either didn’t know either {a}- What Findit was. {b}- What a cup was or {c}- Where he was). He went to bed earlier then he felt he would have liked. But when everyone was in bed, he headed back to the common room where he met the other members of HRH there. They looked at every single book they could find. They were trying to find out who Nigel Flamin was. They decided that tomorrow, they would head to the library. It was nearly Christmas (amazing the way time can seem to go so quickly, yet so slowly as well) and people were heading home for the Holidays. You weren’t meant to go into the library in the holidays, so Hewitt was hoping to get a present that would allow him to sneak into the library. It was Christmas Eve, and not many people stayed at Delarg. Hayley was one of the many people that went home, leaving Roger and Hewitt as the only HRH members at the school. The Oversized Crustations had gone home for Christmas to Hewitt’s relief. There were no books left in the common room that they could look in to find Nigel Flamin in (the only book they hadn’t looked in yet was the Evil-Looking Elves have Pork Chops for dinner), which meant they would have to look in the library. Hewitt and Roger had a dinner and went to bed early. Morning came along quickly for Hewitt. He woke up and looked at the end of his bed. He just about choked. He saw piles of presents there. It was at that moment that he realised he hadn’t got anything for Roger or Hayley. Seeing as no one was awake yet, he ran to the pigeonarium and scribbled down an urgent order. Why did he always leave things to the last day, only to forget about it? He ordered Roger a sack of chocolate and Hayley a book on how to buy chocolates (It was early and all he could think about was chocolates). He headed back to the common room, where he saw Roger eagerly opening his presents. Roger counted his presents and noticed one was missing. It was Hewitt’s he concluded. He looked up at Hewitt and looked him squarely in the face. “I don’t have a present from you.” He complained. “Yeah, that’s because it’s getting delivered.” Hewitt replied. “That’s the oldest excuse in the book!” Roger bellowed. “But it IS being delivered!” Hewitt squeaked back. Roger was going red when a pigeon came flying through the window and dropped a wrapped package on Roger’s lap saying “To Roger, from Hewitt.” Roger’s fury dropped in an instant. “Sorry about them fruitless accusations, but I thought you hated me.” Roger said. “Of course I do…not” Hewitt said. Hewitt hurried over to his presents and opened them rapidly. He got a hand crafted flute from Johnson, a book from Hayley, a bag of fruit bombs from Roger and he came to a very interesting looking package. It wasn’t wrapped, and Hewitt was mentally hurt by this. He looked at it, and couldn’t see anything. “I know what that is! That’s an Invisible Suit! They’re really rare. Put it on!” Roger said aghast. Hewitt put it on, and he looked down to see what he looked like in it. He nearly fell over when he saw he was missing! He walked around the common room, looking for himself, when it struck him. His body hadn’t gone missing, he was invisible! This was their big chance to go into the library. Hewitt waited until the next night. He put on the invisibility suit and headed down to the library. He got to the library, and opened the door. He snuck through all the corridors there, and grabbed every book he could find that might be useful. He snuck back to the common room. He put the books down, and opened the first one… and then the next….and the next, until he had gone through every book he’d brought back. It was time for action. He headed back to the library and headed to the restricted section. He took out a book, and opened it. It began screaming. Hewitt shut the book, but it kept on yelling. Hewitt ran out the library and dashed away from the footsteps approaching. He ran and ran and ran. He didn’t know were he was going, but he saw a room and slid to a halt. He hurried to the room and dashed in. All there was in the room was a mirror. Hewitt looked at the engraving on it. It said Tnawyll aer, ylle ar ouy tah wtub, ekilkool ouytahw wohso tedamt’ns awI. Hewitt was stumped. He looked at the mirror and nearly fell over. There, in the mirror, was Hewitt standing with his family. He sat by the mirror for hours before finally heading up to bed. He next day, Hewitt told Roger all about the mirror. “Wow, can I come with you to see your parents?” Roger asked. “Sure. But I’m going to hog it again tonight…” Hewitt replied. Midnight came along, and Hewitt and Roger got out the invisibility suit. Hewitt put it on, but there was a slight problem. It would only cover one of them. Hewitt, who had been counting on this, reached out to pat Roger’s arm in a sympathetic way. “Bad luck, it seems you can’t go.” Hewitt said. He patted Roger’s arm, and saw Roger disappear. It seemed that when someone in an invisibility suit touches someone, they became invisible as well. Hewitt cursed under his breath. “What did you say?” Roger asked. “I said ‘burgers are nice’” Hewitt confirmed. “Ah OK then.” Roger replied. Hewitt let off a sadistic grin. He knew he had said nothing of the sort. The two friends headed down to the mirror. Hewitt found the mirror and ran in front of it. Again, his parents were standing behind him waving and smiling at him. “My turn,” Roger whined. At this, Hewitt stepped aside reluctantly. Roger stood in front of the mirror and gaped. “Can you see your whole family?” Hewitt demanded. “No, I’m by myself! I’m holding the Findit World Cup! With a Head Boy Badge on AND a prefect’s badge on AND I’m Findit captain for Davy! And on top of all that, I’m working the Governor of Magic while simultaneously corrupting the Magical world! WOW!” Roger said (This shows just how unorganised Roger’s mind was). “Let me see my family again!” Hewitt bellowed. “NO! I want to see myself!” Roger yelled back just as loud. Hewitt at that moment leaped into the air. Hewitt flew slowly at Roger who was moving slower trying to get out of his way. In fact, everything seemed to be going slower. Hewitt’s foot landed on Roger’s chest and as time sped up again, Roger went flying backwards. As he was about to land, time slowed, and Roger back flipped in the air and landed squarely on his feet. Time returned to normal. That excellent move of Roger’s took Hewitt by surprise and Roger took the opportunity to trip Hewitt up with his foot. Time slowed again, as Hewitt was horizontal in the air, falling to the ground very slowly and Roger’s fist hit Hewitt in the solar plexes. Hewitt flew backwards, and in equally slow time, landed on his side, where, in an instant, was back on his feet. Roger had already started a punch but Hewitt used his speed to block and open-hand punch Roger. Roger went down in a heap. Hewitt hastily ran to the mirror and looked into it. He was staring at it for about a second, until he checked to see if Roger was still there. Roger, still on the ground, threw his feet at Hewitt, lifting both himself and Hewitt off the ground. Hewitt crumpled and Roger landed back on his feet. He ran to the mirror and looked into it. At that moment, they heard a sound. They dove for the invisible suit, and got under it. The caretaker looked around the corner looked for the noise makers. He left the two were they were and left. When they were definitely sure that the caretaker was gone, they headed back to the common room. The next day, Hewitt and Roger were at breakfast. “I know what you’re thinking,” Roger said. “Oh, and what’s that then?” Hewitt asked. “You’re thinking about that mirror. Don’t go back tonight.” Roger answered. “You can’t stop me.” Hewitt spat back. “Yes I can. Don’t you remember last night, when I took you to the cleaners for the premium cleaning deluxe?” Roger demanded. “I let you win so that you can have a bit of glory for yourself.” Hewitt sadistically replied. That night, Hewitt did indeed head to the mirror. He found it quickly this time, and hurried in front of it. He sat looking at it for a while when he heard a voice behind him “Back again Hewitt?” Bumblebee said. Hewitt spun around and just about hit the ceiling. There was professor Bumblebee sitting right there. “I didn’t know you were there sir.” Hewitt said calmly. “You, like thousands before you, have discovered the Mirror of Tnawyll. So really, it was no great feat.” Bumblebee continued. “I didn’t know that it was called that sir.” Hewitt replied. “I suppose you have figured out what the mirror of Tnawyll does?” Bumblebee asked. “Well, it showed me with my family and Roger by himself at the peak of perfection.” Hewitt responded. “Yes, so what does it do?” Bumblebee continued to interrogate viciously. “It shows us what we want?” Hewitt suggested. “Yes and No…” Bumblebee began but Hewitt interrupted him. “Yes and No? Make up your mind! How can something be both right and wrong at the same time?” Hewitt bellowed. “Because, it shows not what you want it to, but the one thing you really, really want.” Bumblebee answered. “Hey, that actually made sense! I understood that!” Hewitt cried triumphantly. “The mirror is moving somewhere else now Hewitt, so do not go looking for it. Do you understand me? Do not go looking for it.” Bumblebee added looking more threatening than he ever had. “Yes sir. I won’t go looking for it.” Hewitt replied sadly. “Good boy, Hewitt. Now I suggest you head upstairs to your common room past that plant that may or may not have a pat that may or may not be vital in later books. Well, what are you waiting for?” Bumblebee bellowed finally. Hewitt sprinted upstairs and all the way to his common room, fearing Bumblebee’s wrath. The next day, Hewitt told Roger all about Bumblebee turning up. Roger reacted just as Hewitt expected he would. “I told you not to go back to that mirror last night. Look what almost happened! You’re lucky Hayley is coming back tomorrow. She’ll stamp down her authority.” Roger yelled. Hewitt and Roger spent the rest of the day just relaxing. It was the last day of holidays after all. The following day, Hewitt and Roger headed down to breakfast, and saw Hayley there waiting for them. They hurried over to where she was saving them seats (if anyone came near the seats, she’d give them a very evil look and they’d back away cautiously). HRH got into a lengthy discussion about their holidays. Hayley was really angry with them when they told her they hadn’t found out who Nigel Flamin was. She was excited though, about the mirror. Hewitt told her all about the fight between him and Roger that Hewitt won (The imaginary fight…). Roger didn’t believe him though. At the end of the day, HRH were sitting in the common room when the door burst open. In waddled Newman. He actually waddled in penguin style. This was because his legs had been turned into penguin legs. Hayley hurried over to him and performed the counter-spell. “What happened Newman?” Hewitt demanded. “It was Odor, he told me that he felt like chicken tonight and BANG, turned my legs into penguin legs.” he replied. “You're worth three hundred and sixty two of Odor. You're in Davy, and where is he? In terrible Trewartha.” Roger comforted. Newman smiled, and pulled out of his pocket, a packet of trading cards. “Do you want these? You collect them don't you? Here.” Newman handed over the packet of cards and Hewitt greedily opened them. On top, was a picture Angus Bumblebee. Hewitt read the profile on the back. Angus Bumblebee is one of the greatest wizards of all time. He is particularly known for his defeat of the evil wizard, ‘Drango’. He is also known for his wok on alchemy with his good friend Nigel Flamin who will soon be celebrating nine thousandth, two hundred and seventy sixth birthday, on the 29th of February 2005 (this isn't quite possible, so his birthday is going to be rounded up to the 1st of March. “I've got an idea! Hang on three secs and I'll be back in a jiffy!” Hayley bellowed. One jiffy later, she was back with a book. “Nigel Flamin is the only known creator of the Philosopher’s Pizza shapes!” she announced triumphantly. “The Philosopher’s Pizza Shapes?” Roger asked, obviously Bedazzled. “Oh, here. You’re an idiot sometimes Roger.” Hayley handed the book over to Roger who read it out loud. “Of the many fearsome beasts that roam the lands, none is more deadly then the HappyLand Harps. They have been known to attack certain types of snakes that…” “No, no, no! You’re reading the wrong part!” Hayley yelled. “Oops, sorry. Ah, here it is. Nigel Flamin has also been known to be fearsome, for his dangerous work on Alchemy in the search for the Philosopher’s Stone. During this search, Mr Flamin discovered the Philosopher’s Pizza shapes. These Pizza Shapes are of no importance and do nothing what so ever, yet they are considered all-powerful by all Wizard religions (except Grodanism, but the Grodanists hardly count…). So that’s what the snake is guarding! But who’s after it?” Roger questioned. “Isn’t it obvious?” Hayley asked. “No, it’s not.” Hewitt replied hastily. “Exactly. That’s why we don’t know. I say we keep an eye on everyone to make sure they’re not going to try and steal the Philosopher’s Pizza Shapes.” Hayley suggested. “If you ask me, I think it’s Professor Snerpert. He’s always skulking around everywhere.” Roger said. “You know, that’s a good point. I agree it could well be Snerpert.” Hayley agreed thoughtfully.
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