Timothy Hunter is just like any other thirteen ' year ' old boy in London ' except for the tiny fact that he might be the most powerful magician of his time.
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October 12, 2004
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Excerpt from The Books of Magic #6: Reckonings by Carla Jablonski
Timothy Hunter winced as Molly O'Reilly's mother launched into a tirade.
"I've told you to stop calling," Mrs. O'Reilly snapped on the other end of the phone line. "Molly is not allowed to speak to you. And if you ring again, I'll be speaking to your father about it."
Mrs. O'Reilly's cold fury came through the phone with such intensity that Tim imagined icicles forming along the line. He forced the thought aside. Being magic, he had learned that sometimes if he imagined something, it could actually happen. The last thing he needed was to have to explain to his exasperated, irritated, melancholy dad how the phone froze.
"Have I made myself quite clear, young man?" Mrs. O'Reilly demanded. "But" Tim began to protest, then stopped himself. Mrs. O'Reilly was being unreasonable, but for him to say so would only get him and Molly in deeper trouble. Adults hated it when they were corrected by thirteen-year-olds. He and Molly were in deep enough as it was.
"But?" Mrs. O'Reilly repeated, the word coming out as with frosty and incredulous admonishment.
Tim cringed. You really need to learn to keep your mouth shut, he told himself. "How dare you try to defend yourself to me, Timothy Hunter," she scolded.
If he'd had any doubt before, he knew he was in trouble for sure now. Molly's mom usually liked him, and she only used his whole name if she was particularly angry or horribly worried. Like the time he was eight years old and she had been taking care of him and Molly, and he had managed to knock himself out on the swing set. She had called him "Timothy Hunter" then, too.
"After keeping my daughter out all night," she exploded, "without any explanation! Lord knows what the two of you got up to"
"Nothing!" Tim blurted. "We didn't do anything wrong, I swear."
Mrs. O'Reilly snorted. "That may be true. Then again, maybe not. So leave Molly alone."
Slam went the phone. Tim replaced the receiver glumly. "Well, that was less than useless," he muttered.