Books of Magic Tim Hunter: The Mysterious Student
- Books of Magic Tim Hunter: The Mysterious Student
Tim Hunter was starting his second year at the Grimoire School, and
was watching the new students and teachers come in to the main hall.
A catwalk, which circled the main hall, had been created during the
break. Tim found that this was a perfect vantage point to just stand
and relax and watch the kids who were coming to the school as well as
the new teachers.
Most of the new students looked very typical coats, stocking caps,
and boots. There were a few that looked like they had no idea what
the weather was like, and one that really stood out to Tim, that one
was dressed in black, Old world style cloak with the hood pulled up
over their head, the cape down to their feet and couldn't see any
details of their body.
The new teachers were something to see as well; one of the new ones
had long dark brown hair tied back, was wearing blue jeans, button up
shirt, suede vest, with a satchel slung over one shoulder, and dark
brown boots. Tim didn't get a chance to see the other two as his
attention was distracted by the new student in black and finally the
last teacher came in, standing about Eight foot tall walking on four
legs with scales, feathered style scaly wings, and was about forty-
five feet long with a long broad tail similar to that of an
alligator's or crocodile's.
"He's really quite impressive isn't he Timothy and He's not even full
grown yet " came a voice from beside Tim as he looked to see Mister
Gallowglass standing hunched over the rail as Tim had been.
"Yes he is who, what is he?"
"That is Thunder wing one of the last surviving dragons on his world
and he's one of your new teachers."
"What does he teach?"
"You are going to have to attend his classes and find out, Timothy."
"But I thought " Tim started to say but found His principal gone
Just then Rick Billings came running down the hall leading to the
"Did you see the dragon? I can't believe that we have a Dragon here
this year. Can you believe it?"
"I Saw him he's a teacher."
"That is soo cool. I wonder what he teaches."
"I don't know but I heard his name is Thunder Wing and he's one of
the last surviving dragons on his world."
"ThunderWing that sounds soo dangerous and fitting I wonder what he's
"Instead of asking me a lot of questions I don't know the answers to
why don't you go follow the Orientation group and find out."
"I better hurry, did you see which group he went with?"
"Baron Weirwuff's I think " Rick ran off after the group that Baron
Weirwuff was showing around. Tim walked over to one of he benches
that were in the hallway and sat down. Rick didn't even ask how he
had been over the break, what he had done, or anything. So far the
New Year of nineteen eighty-eight sucked
The clock tower said it was about one forty-five, and lunch seemed
like ages ago and the dinner feast at seven seemed to be ages away as
well. Tim decided that he could sit around and feel sorry for himself
or go find something to snack on while the Orientations for the new
students went on.
Tim was munching on an apple following the path that Thunder Wing had
left, whose tail had cleared the dust on the ground as it swayed from
side to side. He walked by the Bestiary, the Clock tower, to an area
he hadn't seen before. The Area seemed to be a cave the opening about
ten foot tall, and hot and Humid. The mouth of the cave opened up
into larger region with stone benches and desks
"Can I help you, Sstudent?" a voice from the back of the cave asked.
The room seemed hotter as voice came at him. He could see heat
radiating from pools of what looked like molten rock near the far the
end of the classroom, as well as one very large shadow moving around.
"I was just passing by and saw this cave and decided to look into
"Curiossity killss you know don't you, Sstudent?" Thunder wing came
into the light he was standing on his hind legs holding several
scroll cases. From this view he looked sort of like a very large
kangaroo except for the head, with feathered wings, though Thunder
wing was very adept on walking on his hinds it seemed. The large
glasses over his eyes gave Thunder wing a scholarly look, but Tim
didn't think for one second that this Dragon wouldn't be capable of
taking care of himself with a class of students.
" I guess so I'll be going now Mister Thunder wing " Tim said as he
tried to slowly inch his way out of the cave.
"What iss your name, Sstudent?" Thunder wing didn't even look at Tim
when he asked he was putting the scrolls on the shelves behind a
large rock between the two molten rock pools. He looked at each
scroll than decided which rock shelf it would go onto.
"Timothy Hunter, Sir " Tim froze as he replied to the question
apparently this dragon was very aware of his surroundings.
"Aaah yess I have you down for my One o clock classs, don't be late
Misster Hunter You may go now "
Tim had nearly dropped his apple and ran but slowly backed out of the
cave. There was something scary up close and personal about Thunder
Wing He didn't know if it was his imposing size, the lisp when he
pronounced his S's or what but Tim never felt more scared in his
life. After a quick run to the bathroom he went to find Rick.
Rick hadn't been able to get close enough to Thunder wing to ask
questions, and had been distracted by one of the newer students Her
name was Naala and she was as unique as her named sounded.
Naala stood about five foot four. Her chestnut brown hair was worn
short, the hat she wore was pushed up towards the back of her head by
two three quarter inch thick horns jutting from her temples each one
about three inches long, her torso was covered by an oversized T-
shirt with a picture of Darth Vader on it. The denim vest she wore
over the T-shirt was the same shade of the color as the Denim Skirt
she wore. With a leather wine skin slung around her waist just off
Tim saw that she had hairy legs and cloven feet. Taking him back
"You aren't human are you?" He asked meekly.
"I should hope not, do you know how much trouble humans get into oh
sorry I didn't mean it that way I'm a Satyr."
Tim and Rick laughed at her reply and she looked at them like they
"You are right we do get into a lot of trouble but I never heard of a
female Satyr before "
"We've been around for ages its just that thanks to Pan our society
has been so male dominated, it wasn't until about fifty years ago
that women were allowed to do anything fun just stay home and cook,
clean, drink, have sex and the usual boring things."
Tim and Rick's eyes widened to the size of saucers when she mentioned
"You haven't had I mean you're not " Tim Started to ask but was
interrupted by Rick.
"You know who that is on your T-shirt is don't you?" Rick asked
"Yeah, its Darth Vader, I chose this shirt because he's soo cool.
"You do know that basically he's an evil Wizard?" Rick continued
"It's a fantasy story of course he's evil it wouldn't be much of a
story if there wasn't an evil Wizard in it. It's that he's soo good
at being bad that makes him a cool character."
"And Of Course I haven't had sex yet, my dad would kill me if I did
at my age, but the way my mom describes it, its more of a chore than
a pleasure " She giggled as the two boys, who were sweating by this
"How old are you, Naala?" Rick asked as they escorted her to women's
"I'm thirteen and how old are you two?"
"I just turned thirteen" Tim replied
"I'll be thirteen in a few more months" Rick said
"But at least I'm old enough to drink, like some wine?"
"Is that real wine?" Rick asked as Naala downed a gulp from her
"My dad made it himself straight from his vineyards Blackberry, my
favorite." Naala said with a grin.
"No thanks, we have to get going see you at the feast, Naala" Tim
replied finally. Rick looked at him like he had gone crazy.
As they walked away from Naala and the women's dorms
"Why'd you do that, Tim? We could have had a taste of some wine "
"You are such a dork, if WE are found drinking it means we could get
expelled or worse. Let her have her wine like she said at least she's
old enough to drink."
"But " Rick gave a big puppy dog face to Tim as they walked to their
dorm room to change for the feast.
The feasts defied description last year; there were foods of every
type on the tables. Elegantly set tables before the Teachers' table,
which had a tiny podium in the middle. All of the Teachers were in
their finest outfits it seemed except for one, the dark haired new
teacher that Tim had seen earlier. Thunder wing wasn't present at the
table either Tim figured it would have been a hard fit since he was
as long as the Teachers' table.
This year the settings were bare, as the students mulled about
finding seats next to their friends. By the time all the students had
seated themselves there was a loud bang
"Attention, Attention all I have a few announcements before we start
on the feast that will certainly bewilder and beguile our senses "
Mister Gallowglass began
"First I'd like to introduce some of our new teachers You all saw
Professor Thunder Wing this afternoon who will be teaching Magick and
Ethics and how they interact He will not be able to attend this
feast due to certain spatial restrictions," The students giggled at
the joke while the principal continued.
"At the End of the Table is Mister Christopher Drake, Who will be
teaching Magickal Lore and Magickal Fact ," The Long haired Teacher
stood up and held his glass in salute before sitting down. For some
reason Mister Drake didn't seem to be the in the Library type
researcher to Tim.
"Next to him is our new Techno-Magick teacher, Miss Raquel Reynalds "
The large but shapely woman with blonde hair wearing a cowboy hat and
pant suit stood up holding her glass in salute like Drake did before
Josh Cantrell looked over at her and poked Alfred Twitchell and said
"Look at the rack on her I bet you could get lost in there, Twitch."
Before receiving two kicks under the table one from Patsy Ambrose and
the other from Naala both who were sitting across from him.
"Ouch, what I do to deserve that?" Josh asked faux innocently as he
rubbed his leg under the table.
"You were being a pig, Joshua Cantrell"
"As if the boys back where I came from weren't bad enough " Naala
added on to Patsy's comment.
"Well at least I don't have to beg to get a date "
"This year if your attitude doesn't change towards us girls you will
have to beg, Josh." Patsy threatened.
"And finally our New School Physician and Mystical healing
instructor Doctor Marisa Mortale" a younger woman stood up with
brown hair stood up and did like the other two did raising her glass
in salute, before sitting down. She wasn't as pretty as Miss Reynalds
or any of the other Teachers, but she had a mom type quality in her
face. She was wearing a conservative blouse jacket and skirt.
"I'm letting you all know that there will be no activities allowed,
until further notice, in the Bestiary without Mister Frankenstein's
permission He has gotten a few new monsters over the break and is
trying to acclimate them to their new environment. Also Students in
Mister Drake's class who would like to go on the field trips must
collect permission forms to send to your parents or guardians "
With a gesture from Mister Gallowglass there appeared foods from
every culture and of every type imaginable in quantities suited for
For some reason the food tonight tasted better than any Tim had had
previously. The Teachers were enjoying their meals, as were the
students. Tim noticed something as he reached for some butter for a
roll The Student or whoever it was in black had returned and was in
a far corner standing silently. When he asked Rick who the person in
black was Rick said that he didn't see anyone over where Tim had
indicated and when Tim looked again there wasn't anyone there. Was
Tim losing it and seeing things or what?
When the feast was over and everyone was heading towards their dorm
rooms. Something tripped Tim and in his face he found an envelope
made of a paper unlike anything he seen before with pictures of an
infant, than as a Toddler, and the first day of grade school, the
child was Tim. There were also notes on a type of paper that he had
never seen before as well and in a language and handwriting style he
had also never remembered seeing before but though it looked like
chicken scratches to him he could read it word for word. On the
front of the envelope was his name, Timothy Hunter. A Mysterious
Student, A Mysterious envelope full of pictures and notes about him
in a language that never remembered seeing but could read as if it
were English, and now a chill shot up his back.
He felt as he had jumped out of his skin when a large hand wrapped
around his shoulder It was the care of Magickal creatures
instructor, Adam Frankenstein.
"Are you alright, boy? You aren't hurt are you?" came the soft but
husky voice of the teacher.
"Uh No, No I'm not Mister Frankenstein thank you but I must be
"No running in the Halls you should know better than that."
Frankenstein shouted after Tim as he shot off like rocket.
Tim had trouble sleeping because of the adrenaline that was pumping
through his body from the scare in the halls; even though the lights
were off he still tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable
position. Punching his pillow, fluffing it getting up and walking
around in the dark, going to the Bathroom, trying to find a
comfortable position in which to sleep again, punching his pillow
again, fluffing the pillow up again over and over through the night.
When the Morning bells tolled, vibrating all the rooms in the
dormitories Tim looked up and out of the window after putting on his
glasses at the dim sunlight peeking over the horizon He wasn't ready
for morning yet; he had just got to sleep. When Rick burst into his
room dressed and ready for breakfast and the new day
"Come on Tim you don't want to be late for breakfast " Rick said, The
energy he had at this time in the morning was positively repulsive to
Tim today How could someone be so happy about waking up so soon
after such a short night's sleep? Tim drug himself out of his bed and
pajamas giving his best friend a look that might not had killed but
would have done deadly damage. Why did Rick have to watch him change?
It was bad enough he saw him in bed.
"I'll be down in a while just get me something to drink, Ok?" Tim
said in a quiet tone
"Ok Tim I'll wait for you at the tables "
Breakfast time was almost over with by the time that Tim got down to
the tables. Not much was left to eat, but then he didn't have much of
an appetite anyway. He got a few slices of toast and some once hot,
but now warm, tea.
"You okay, Tim?" Patsy asked as Tim nibbled on his toast, and slowly
drank his tea.
"Just had trouble getting to sleep last night " Tim said
"No wonder you have circles under your eyes darker than Robin's
Mask " Patsy replied.
"Something bothering you?" Rick asked who had overheard this as Tim
ate his toast
"I keep seeing a figure in black, I tried to show you them earlier,
Rick, but it keeps disappearing. And last night I tripped on my way
to my room and found an envelope made of a strange paper with
pictures of me, notes about me. In an language I don't remember ever
seeing before but can read as easy as pie, and a feeling that someone
is watching me now."
"Creepy" Rick and Patsy said almost at the same time.
Tim's First two classes made his head hurt, Second year
Transfiguration and Second year Enchantments and Charms He found
himself thinking that it should be illegal to make someone think that
hard so early in the morning. He wasn't going to get out of doing it
either not with the teachers he had.
The period before Lunch was one of the new teachers Mister Drake and
his Lore class. Mister Drake didn't look like he was dressed for a
typical scholarly/debating class.
"Hello, everyone, My name is Christopher Drake, in case you missed it
last night. I hold Doctorates in Archeology, Occult lore and
Demonology. You don't have to call me Doctor Drake, Mister Drake or
Sir will be sufficient. Any questions? "
Tim and Several others raised their hands, Tim was surprised when he
got called on.
"So what does this class cover I heard the description what does that
"Good question Mister Hunter, over the next year we will be
examining three types of lore common in everyday Magick. You will be
discerning the facts from the fiction in this class and every month
we will have two field trips to places where the type of Lore we are
studying at the time is abundant. The Three Types of Lore are Spirit,
Faerie and Demon Lore in that order."
"We're going to study Demon Lore? Cool " a voice in the back said
"Yes you are but not until you proven you can handle the other types."
"Will we be interacting with Spirits, Faeries, and Demons, Mister
Hunter?" Patsy asked
"No more than you already have in the course of your regular studies
What do you think powers a good portion of Ritual Magick?"
The class looked at each other with an `I never thought of that, did
you?' expression on their faces.
"But I will help keep you from the more Malevolent entities' lore out
there. That is for the Advanced Classes."
"But for our First week we will be getting to know each other and
finding out our strengths, Weaknesses and other tidbits."
The class looked at each other again was this teacher crazy, as he
walked center of the classroom looking at all the students, seated in
a circle facing inward. They had spent a good portion of the previous
year getting to know each other and all that.
"You will be divided into work groups of five, with two Leaders I
will select your groups so that there will be no `clique' forming in
Work groups the Two Leaders will be responsible for way the group
presents their findings, opinions and everything else. But this class
isn't about working in a group; it's about the Lore or the Facts as
they may be. Your work groups will be posted at the end of the Week."
"Does that mean that we will have work with someone who definitely
not in the same `Class' as we are Mister Drake?" A snooty-sounding
boy beside Naala; who was on the other side of the room, and wearing
a similar outfit to the one she wore the day before; asked.
"It means that you will have to work with and possibly listen to
them. If they are your Group Leaders and as I choose the groups and
their leaders it's a good idea not to irritate me." Drake responded
"My father will have something to say about this." The Snooty-
sounding boy, whose name was Devin Crowley, said in a hushed tone.
"Unless your father wants to take this class he'll have nothing to
say about this, Because how I treat you in this class is fair and
just. Don't think Fame or Wealth will get you better treatment from
me And tell your Father, Mister Anton Crowley that Doctor
Christopher Drake sends his regards."
Devin was storming out of the classroom when he felt his feet lift
from the ground and was redepositted back into his seat.
"In My class, young Crowley, you will abide My rules and nobody
leaves until I dismiss them and in the contingency that you are
planning to disrupt my Class I have put a little behavior modifier
charm on you I don't particularly care for spoiled rich kids or
spoiled kids of any class but I do expect the kids in my class to
treat myself and their other students with courtesy and respect,
Devin Crowley mumbled a yes sir than with a look from Drake replied
loudly and clearly "Yes Sir." In a defeated tone, that meant he
understood that he wasn't going to be calling the shots.
Drake started next to Crowley, as each student introduced himself or
herself to the class and Drake, saying a few things about themselves.
Drake was silent as he scratched down his notes. When the bell
signaling the end of the class and the start of lunch rung half of
the students made a mad dash for the door.
"Young Crowley you are dismissed now, and if you ever try and pull a
stunt like that again in my Class I won't just punish you like I did
today you will suffer the worst punishment I am capable of "
"Yes, DOCTOR Drake " Devin replied as he looked over at Tim with
hatred. Apparently Tim's witnessing the whole ordeal was much worse
for him than the actual ordeal itself.
"Mister Drake, Sir I was wondering if you could help me with
something " Tim said as he approached Drake's Desk.
Lunch was a simple affair today, a hot roast beef sandwich with
cheese and other toppings available, some potato chips, and a bowl of
After talking with Mister Drake, Tim felt famished for some reason he
had gotten two sandwiches and piled them with his favorite toppings.
There was also something about the soup that was unusual too. He
couldn't put his finger on it but he wolfed it down almost as fast as
his sandwiches. He looked at the potato chips and wondered how
someone could something this greasy and salty He gave his bag of
chips to Naala, who ate the bag wrapper and all. Naala was wearing a
T-shirt with a tiger and Dragon facing each other on the outside of a
yin-yang symbol, with a leather vest and long skirt today along with
the hat she wore the day before.
"The bag is a little plasticky tasting, but the rest is good."
"Uh Naala you do know that you were just supposed to eat the potato
chips and not the bag?" Rick asked.
"The Bag's usually the best part " Naala replied. Patsy, Tim and Rick
just looked at her strangely before she asked "What?"
The whole group just laughed.
Devin Crowley yelled across the room "Hey Goat girl do you want my
bag too? I'm not going to eat it "
Naala looked at Crowley with a look that could kill and coolly
replied "I only accept things that my friends give me, not some
garbage dwelling rat. Never know where it's been."
"Why you impertinent inhuman beast I should kill you for that."
"Just try it Crowley you wont even get close enough "
Crowley drew his wand when he felt a hand grasp around his wrist and
heard a voice very gruffly say
"If you want to get yourself expelled continue with that spell but
know that if you kill her you will be taken before the Sentinels of
Magick." Standing behind Devin was Baron Weirwuff.
"She insulted me and my family Baron "
"And you had insulted her and hers. Let it drop Young Crowley. Your
father may have enough influence to get you into the school but he
does not have enough to protect you from the Sentinels."
"This isn't over Goat-girl"
"I bet it is, Garbage Rat." Naala replied and stuck out her tongue at
Devin as the Baron's back was turned.
The Baron just said "Keep your tongue in your Mouth, young Satyr. A
tongue that sharp should stay in its scabbard."
It took Naala a second to figure out what he had said before she
The One O' clock class in the dragon cave was hot and humid.
Rephrase that, it was stiflingly hot and Humid, so much so that a lot
of students were taking off their outer layers Some of the girls
were even talking about taking off their blouses
"I know that the heat and the humidity iss hard on you, sso I will
keep thiss short and to the point. If you wish to wear nexxt to
nothing in my class wear your sschool sswimssuitss, Ladiess.
Gentlemen you will be allowed to wear shirtss and shortss. Today I
will keep the Classs short to prevent you from falling unconssciouss
ssooner than you normally would in a Classs like mine." Thunder wing
said as he basked between the molten rock pools.
"We will be talking about how our Deccissionss in ussing Magick
influencess thosse around uss, For the Firsst month. And After that
we will ssplit into disscussion groupss and take on different hot
topicss Like the hunting of Magickal Creaturess, Magickal birth
control and abortionss, and every oness Favorite Topic are Nonhumanss
due to the ssame resspect that Humanss are and vicce verssa?"
That iss the end of our time together today Tomorrow I will exxpect
you to sstay the whole two hourss."
"That was intense." Tim said as he left Thunder wing's classroom next
to Naala, who was showing no signs of sweating or suffering from the
heat like Tim and Rick were.
"I thought it was refreshing, but since he says I can wear my school
swimsuit to class I will." Naala said with smile. Tim then noticed
that her little tail was wagging excitedly from side to side, elbowed
Rick and pointed at it. Rick giggled.
"I know you like looking at my tail is another reason I get to do it
too" She said and winked at them as she headed to her dorm. Their
next Class was scheduled for three and they had gotten over an hour
and half break. They were going to do what all kids do when given a
chance to get out early Goof off.
Tim and Rick had found a nice little place through one of the portal
worlds to spend time just lounging around. The Teachers had called it
the Picnic world weather was sunny ninety percent of the time, the
only threats were the occasional roaming dinosaur, raptors mostly and
the occasional Triceratops, but they didn't usually come to close to
the portal. The best part was that there was a pollen or something
else that was carried by the wind that just relaxed humans and made
them feel good. Nobody had been able to figure out what it was and
possibly the only person that would have been able to find out had
left with the last session, willingly.
Time seemed to fly on the Picnic World, but with a portal open one
could always tell when the clock tower went off. And in close enough
proximity to the portal when closed, but being used as well, you
could feel and hear the portal reverberate. Tim and Rick were close
enough to hear it do so.
But the portal's reverberations weren't the reason that the two boys
were early to their three O'clock classes. At two thirty Tim had seen
the figure in black again, this time walking towards him. He hadn't
seen or heard the Portal open either so they ran to the portal and
used the recall keys that they had been given. This time there was
something different about the figure, something scary and possibly
sinister. It was also the first time that Rick had seen the figure
that Tim had been seeing all along.
To Be Continued
- Christine, wonderful work. You managed to capture elements of the
previously written tales in the Books of Magic series while setting up
a foundation for the new school year. You touched upon both the
established cast from year one and introduced some new elements for
the new year as well. Way to do your research.
- --- In Earth1AftertheCrisis@yahoogroups.com, "christine nightstar"
>Hmmm, is it just me, or is there something increasingly familiar about
> Books of Magic Tim Hunter: The Mysterious Student
the Grimoire School? <grin>
Seriously, that was more or less the original intent. I like the way
you're arranging the "pieces" for what will likely be a lengthy chess
game of a story.
- Ah, 'Cat, you know the Grimoire School was always presented here in
that fashion. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Given the
fact that the original Tim Hunter comics from the late 80's and such
could easily be seen as an inspiration of a certain British literary
character (though J.K. disavows any knowledge of the comics - pretty
likely given how she lived back then - just an odd coincidence), it is
kind of nice for things to come full circle here.