Thomas Cloverleigh Echos of the Past (Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter 6 - Shopping

"Poofing sure is convenient." Thomas mummer-ed still clinging to Mr. O' Sullivan's arm. Thomas tried to watch a video once, when the Rows had taking the other children out. He couldn't watch it in the end because he hit the wrong button. Making the show go by really fast, and that was what it felt like to him. That he had watched the world speed by and came to the end without knowing how it began.

"Yes it is." Mr. O'Sullivan smiled and ruffled Thomas's head. Looking around they looked like they were in an ordinary brick alley. Thomas felt a little disappointed, but perhaps he couldn't see the stores yet. Maybe there was some magic spell to reveal them? Thomas only had to wait, and that was something he was good at.

"You know it's not called poofing." Lars straightened his robe and explained.

"No don't tell him!" Mrs. O' Sullivan placed a hand over Lars's mouth. "It's cuter this way." Lars's rolled his eyes.

"He'll learn it in school." Mr. O'Sullivan reminded her.

"Just for today." Mrs. O'Sullivan placed her hand in front of her face, thumb facing out, like Lars's had done when Thomas first met him. In turn, it freed Lars's mouth.

"I'll tell you later." Lars rolled his eyes, and Mr. O' Sullivan laughed. Thomas shook his head. Mrs. O' Sullivan was a very happy lady. Thomas hadn't met anyone like her before.

"Clothes first!" Mrs. O' Sullivan raised her hand up in the air sounded very happy about it.

"The cauldron shop is closer." Lars said shaking his head.

"He's right." Mr. O' Sullivan went to stand beside Lars. The pair looked like there were teaming up. "You should go ahead and pick out a few things." Mr. O' Sullivan smiled, waving his wife forward.

"We'll pick up the cauldron's and meet you there." Lars smiled too echoing Mr. O' Sullivan's tone. They sounded very nice, but Thomas felt like they were trying to avoid the store, but why?

"Then Thomas should come with me they'll need measurements." Mrs. O'Sullivan's eyes knitted together in thought.

"Thomas has never been in a cauldron store Mother." Lars spoke up, looking at his father.

"Right Lars. We should take him through it, a teaching aide." Mr. O'Sullivan winked at Lars. Thomas watched this going on back and forth. Thomas hadn't been in a clothing store before, let alone a cauldron store. Both sounded interesting, but he wasn't sure what was going on yet. Thomas decided to keep his opinion to himself.

"True." Mrs. O' Sullivan nodded in agreement. "I'll meet you boys there. Then I'll get them to measure Thomas." Mrs. O' Sullivan turned and headed up the alley without them. Thomas joined the other in waving her off.

"Dodged it." Lars said holding his hand to his chest with a sigh.

"Dodged what?" Thomas asked looking at how the relieved by the pair look. He wondered what horror lied in a magic clothing store. Maybe little monsters stitched the clothes together! Thomas pictured horrid little creatures using their claws to stitch robes with a shiver.

"I love Merry dearly, but I rather deal with a wild dragon than go clothing shop with her." Mr. O' Sullivan said with a smile, and a distant look in his eye.

"Merry is my Mother by the way." Lars explained looking at Thomas. "Liam is my Father." Lars pointed at his father.

"That reminds me." Mr. O' Sullivan turning to Thomas. "If it doesn't bother you. Please call me uncle or Liam." Thomas blinked in surprise. "Mr. O' Sullivan is my father. " Winking at Thomas, he said the next in a whisper. "I'm just not old enough to be him- yet."