 Feathery Thingywhatsit | BookSnake
Tobias' stomach gurgled hungrily. It seemed days since his last meal, although in reality the only thing separating his last piece of pie from now was two hours of homework. Whatever the reason - time, the mental strains of homework – Tobias needed food. Now.
The upside to having a mischievous aunt was that she knew many of the tricks of Hogwarts. Tobias had been pre-warned about moving staircases, trickster ghosts, rude pictures, and creepy statues by crazy Aunt Mabel just before the train. She had also given him a little book from her Hogwarts years, a gem of tricks, treats, and cleverness. However, it was like an uncut gem – no organization whatsoever. Hurriedly and hungrily, Tobias flipped through the creamy pages textured with tiny, Daily Prophet-perfect writing. Kitchen…Kitchen…Kitchen…AHA! Kitchen. There it was.
Following the instructions carefully, Tobias searched out the painting with a pear and tickled it. Grinning like a boy who had just successfully put a tack on the teacher’s chair, Tobias turned the knob to the kitchen triumphantly. |