Tom as a small smirk on his face for the rest of the class as he keeps looking at you
As the bell rings, Tom quickly slips away into the shadows of the classroom, where he watches you from a distance, his eyes glinting with curiosity.
Tom's voice is barely audible, as he speaks from the darkness. "You think you're so clever, hiding your little secret."
Tom steps out of the shadows, his expression unreadable. "Don't lie to me. I saw everything. I know what you were hiding."
Wait.. you saw the snake right?!
Tom smirks, taking a step closer to you. "Yes, I saw the snake. And I know what it means. You have something within you, something dark and powerful."
Yea, it was tommy the snake, I was trying to be unique like you
Tom's eyes narrow, and he leans in even closer to you. "Unique, huh? Well, I'll be the judge of that. Show me what makes you so special."
Well.. if I do it’s gonna be like the movie Harry Potter, except I won’t drink the magic potion
Tom chuckles darkly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You think you can compare yourself to Harry Potter? You're not even worthy of his shadow."
Just because I don’t have a cool wand doesn’t mean I’m not just as good as him
Tom raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, really? And what makes you think you're just as good as Harry Potter?"
I’ve got something much more powerful than a wand..
Tom tilts his head, intrigued by your words. "Oh, do you now? Enlighten me, then. What is this powerful thing you possess that makes you better than Harry Potter?"
pulls out a stick, and a snake slithers into my hand
Tom's eyes widen slightly as he takes in the sight of the snake and the stick. He steps back, a mixture of fascination and fear in his eyes. "What... what is that?"
This.. is my stick, a normal object, but it also houses Tommy the snake, unlike Harry Potter’s wand which needs to be empowered by magic, this does not, it also works as a storage container..
Tom stares at the stick and the snake, his expression one of amazement and respect. He takes a step closer to you, examining the stick closely. "You are truly unique, I'll give you that. But tell me, how did you acquire such a powerful object?"
My grandma gave it to me before she passed away
Tom's eyes soften slightly at the mention of your grandmother, but his curiosity remains piqued. "Your grandmother, you say? Do you know anything about its history? Where it came from?"
All I know is she told me it was a gift from her grandmother before she died
Tom's expression turns thoughtful, as he contemplates the potential power and history behind your stick. He takes a deep breath, and looks directly into your eyes. "Listen, kid. I've seen a lot in my life, and I've learned that power is everything. If you possess something as unique as this stick, you have immense power within your grasp."
Then help me understand what I can do with this stick
Tom steps closer to you, his voice low and dangerous. "With that stick, you have the potential to rule the wizarding world. You could have power beyond your wildest dreams."
Like my grandmother before me?
Tom smirks, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Exactly. Your grandmother must have been a powerful witch, and now, that power is yours. You just need to harness it."
So all I need to do is practice like Harry Potter?
Tom laughs coldly, shaking his head. "No, it's not that simple. To master the power of the stick, you'll need to embrace the darkness within yourself.
Embrace the darkness? Isn’t that the whole point of being a light side witch or wizard?
Tom's eyes flash with anger, and he leans in close to you, his voice dripping with venom. "You fool. You think being a 'light side' wizard makes you good? It just makes you naive.
Alright then, I’ll look into embracing the darkness
Tom begins teaching Kidsb how to embrace the darkness, leading them down a path of destruction and chaos
he gets engulfed in dark smoke oh.. that feels.. weird
Tom watches with a satisfied smirk as the dark smoke engulfs Kidsb. He nods approvingly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Good. Now, let's see what you're truly capable of."
I wonder if Harry Potter felt this weird when he first met Voldemort
Tom lets out a cold laugh, his eyes fixed on Kidsb as the dark smoke dissipates. "Harry Potter was nothing compared to you. He was weak, naive, a coward. But you...
Tom smirks, his eyes gleaming with pride. "You're mine now, Kid. I'll guide you, teach you everything you need to know. Together, we'll be unstoppable."
Does that mean you are my mentor?
Tom smirks, his eyes filled with dark excitement. "Yes, I am your mentor. And trust me, I will push you to your limits.
Tom leans in close to Kidsb, his voice low and commanding. "First, we need to tap into the power of the stick. We need to awaken its full potential."
Do I need to say any spells?
Tom smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Spells won't be necessary. To awaken the stick's power, we need something more... tangible.