A magic school story

Chapter Two: Almost there

The week didn't seem to pass quickly at all. He felt like he was being constantly edged at every minute, like time was being counted down a microwave timer. Though his plans seemed have sped up uncomfortably quickly.

He was only meant to attend Boxtens in his final two year of years of school, so he could write the standardized wizarding examinations and go on for training or study afterward. His dad had kept him home schooled for all of his wizarding curriculum. And seeing as how busy a job his father had as an inquisitor he wasn't around for most of it. So long as Jess could master some new spells every now and had a grasp of some wizard lore his dad didn't seem too bothered with his progress. Jess wondered uncomfortably if his dad just sought of trusted in his Jess enough that he didn't feel the need to really test him. Damn it. Well his father wasn't likely to test him now anyway. He seemed terrified of Jess now that he realized he was incompetent. And beside his dad had work in Peru this month, so he wouldn't be around to quiz him anyway.

Although someone who was here was Chowder- eating the last of the pizza.

"I can't believe you're actually transferring schools. Dude, are you lying? Did they expel you?" Chowder asked.

"I'm not lying, my dad wants me to go to this school."

"Dude, you always lie. You're normally better at it though. Listen man, there's no shame in being expelled. All of this, all of this is for the plot."

"For the plot of what?"

"The plot of life. So we can have a banging biography. It's all for the biography!" Chowder said, not noticing a slice of pepperoni falling as he saluted life with his pizza like Rafiki from lion king. "When we're famous you and me we'll need a cool story. A struggle story, no one wants to hear 'oh my dad was a famous actor and my mom was a billionaire but I totally made it by myself'. People want people from the streets. Up and comers, the relatable man. Troublemakers."

"Your dad is an accountant." Jess volleyed to Chowder.

"At a dairy, not wall street." Chowder hit back. "So where's this school anyway? Bagtins?"

"Yeah, Bagtins." Jess grinned.

"It's not called Bagtins."

Jess laughed. "Boxtens. It's a really old school, my cousin goes there-"

"Gwen goes there!" Chowder exclaimed, realising pizza can wait. "Will they take anyone at this school- like. Can I? Can I go? Like can I go with you?"

"You can try." Jess laughed.

"You think she remembers me?" Chowder asked.

"She doesn't like you."

"So she remembers me."

"That's not a good thing with this one." Jess warned. "To be fair. She doesn't like me either."

"I know." Chowder said with his Gwen face- well he had the same drooly simpy face whenever he was in love. It was just the girl that changed every week or so. March was Jaqueline, last week was Wendy- to be fair Jess also had a Wendy face.

"She's got it you know?" Chowder said, his Gwen face was somehow more annoying than his Wendy face. "That whole vibe she, like she'd step on you-"

"Eat your pizza."

"Man you don't even look worried, aren't you gonna miss me at all?" Chowder laughed.

"I- yeah... No of course."

"Dude, I was joking you're kind of creeping me out, you got like tears in your eyes and everything."

"Whatever," Jess said snatching the pizza box back.