Kazimeriz nodded. "Excellent, excellent!" he exclaimed. "You are learning at last!" He beamed at the boy, his wrinkled visage taking on at least 100 extra creases. "The book is yours now. But it has a price: you must practice the spells in the book daily. Follow the directions to the letter and remember to focus your attention."

"As to your name; I appreciate your intent. However, to address me as Sir or Professor is appropriate and expected. For me to address you by your given name would be familiar and therefore as highly inappropriate as it would be for you to call me by my given name. I will continue to call you by your family name; it is an tradition to recognize gentlemen by their surname, and the Newtinton lineage is a strong and noble one. You should be proud to be recognized as a young wizard who carries this name." He told the boy in a stern, almost scolding tone.

"You are excused from detention. However, you will not speak back to a professor again, and you will practice those spells. Is this clear to you... Newtington?" he asked, smirking a little.