Chapter 5: Book Collection, and The Old Man
An eight-year-old Quinn stood in his room in West Manor. After 21 months of traveling, the tour had finally ended, and he was back in Britain. Quinn had returned home yesterday, and after resting for one night, he began unpacking.
Well, he was going to unpack what he had bought throughout the tour. Polly, the house-elf, had already taken his clothes the moment they had entered the Manor.
Quinn had the satchel upgraded during his travel, and all of his other things were inside the weightless satchel. He set down the satchel in front of him, and with a look, the satchel's flap opened, and one by one, hundreds of books flew out of the small satchel and began setting themselves in a bookshelf that Quinn had commissioned and set up his room.
Quinn smiled as the last book went into the bookshelf. These books were the ones he had bought throughout the journey. They weren't rare books, but common books that could easily be found in their country of origin. These books comprised the books used in curriculums of dozens of countries.
He knew the various magical communities were different, and every country had different ways to teach magic to their young magicals. In his previous life, he had heard a saying that had made a major impact on him.
The saying went as following, "There is a lot of information in this world, and everyone misses something, so you have to hang out with everyone."
Quinn couldn't hang out with people from other countries, but he could get their written knowledge, so with every country, Quinn bought the whole magical curriculum of every country. Every country had its preferred medium of language, and Quinn didn't understand many countries' books, but Quinn still bought them as he would have them translated.
Quinn also sighed when he looked at the books as he was quite nervous when he had requested his grandfather to buy the whole curriculum in Italy. But strangely, George hadn't even asked him the reason and directly bought him the books. He had even helped Quinn and helped him acquire the books so that nothing was missing.
He had even promised to get the books translated after they returned home.
After a few countries, Quinn didn't even need to ask and George directly bought him those books. Quinn was sure that neither George nor Lia knew he could perform magic without a wand, so George's actions greatly confused him. But he had gotten used to it after a few times.
Ironically, Quinn still didn't have Britain's magical curriculum, but it didn't bother Quinn as he had plenty of things to read, and he wasn't sure that he could read all of this before entering a magical school when he turned eleven years old.
Quinn hadn't been slacking off during the world tour. True, he had decreased the time devoted to magic as he was busy traveling different destinations. But he had read through all three years of the curriculum from English-speaking countries and from France as he knew how to read French.
And after reading through all of those books of different branches of magic, it convinced Quinn that buying these books was the right decision. As he predicted, there was a lot of overlap between books from different countries. But in each book, many things were unique or from a different perspective.
Quinn stood in front of the bookshelf. Quinn used his magic, and the chair behind him pulled itself out from under the table and stopped just behind Quinn, and he sat on it, admiring the view of the filled bookshelf.
Quinn had experienced various things during his travels, and that experience had changed him a lot. Before the tour, he only had magic on his mind, and little had changed about it from before. Magic was still his top priority, but after seeing the world, he knew that there was life outside of magic, and Quinn wanted to develop himself outside of magic.
He still didn't know why George had taken him out on that tour, but Quinn was thankful that he did.
As Quinn was thinking about the tour, Polly appeared using elf-apparition and informed him that his grandfather was calling him into his study. Quinn thought about what George might want from him.
"Maybe he will tell me why we on that trip."
Quinn walked to the study, and at the study door, he fixed his appearance and knocked on the door, waiting for his grandfather to invite him. After a second, he heard his grandfather's voice calling him inside.
He opened the door and entered the study, closing the door behind him. His grandfather's study was Victorian in design, and he had to say he preferred this design to the modern designs that he saw in his previous world. His eyes trailed to the door on the right wall that opened to the Manor's library.
He had been there a couple of times before going on the tour. There were magic books in there, but most of the books inside the library were about the family business, genealogy, family history, business laws in different countries, accounts, and his grandfather's collection of rare books.
Quinn removed his eyes from the door and looked at the study table in the room. He saw George sitting behind the study table, and in front of the table sat his elder sister Lia.
Lia had finally graduated from Beauxbaton Academy Of Magic and was ready for the next stage of her life. It turned out that you could study beyond the seven years of education as seen in the series. After the initial seven, you could apprentice under a certified master, join a vocational school like Britain's Auror Academy, or you could end your education and join the workforce immediately.
Quinn did not know what Lia was going to do after graduation, but from what he could see, even though Lia was good at magic, she wasn't that interested in it to start a career in magic.
Quinn smiled at Lia and then addressed George from the door, "You called for me, grandfather?"
George nodded and replied, "Yes, please sit down."
Quinn obliged and sat beside Lia in the other chair and waited for his grandfather to speak.
George looked at his two grandchildren and started speaking, "Now that Lia has graduated from school, it is time for her to decide what she is going to do next. Before we went on the trip, Lia talked to me, and she wanted to join the family business. At that time, I told her that if by her seventh year's Christmas break, she still wanted to join the family business, then I will groom her to be my successor."
He looked at Lia and asked her, "We talked the last time we were home, and Lia said that she still wanted to join the business, so I decided I will groom her to take over the business someday."
Lia nodded and spoke, "I want to work in the family business."
Quinn looked at his sister and laughed. "Lia will be the best business lady in the world. I know it!"
Lia giggled and ruffled Quinn's hair, "Thank you for the vote of confidence, little Quinn. I will work had to become what did you say, yes... the best business lady."
George had a hint of a smile on his face before it receded into his resting face and continued, "The grooming process is going to be like an apprenticeship. It will be extensive and will keep both of us busy for a long time. I decided that if Lia's final decision was to join the family business, then I would be busy and won't be able to spend a lot of time at home with Quinn, so I decided to go on a tour so that I could spend time with Quinn before, Lia and I became busy, and I knew that before I could complete Lia's training, Quinn would be old enough to go to school and then he will be out of the house for most of the year."
The reason for the trip surprised Quinn, and now that he knew the reason, it made sense. George was trying to make memories with him before he got busy, and Quinn grew old enough to go to school.
George now turned to Quinn and told him what was in store for him.
"Quinn, I have hired a teacher for you, and he will teach you a type of magic that a lot of children from magical families learn. So, be ready. He will come to our house twice a week to teach you."
Quinn's eyes began sparkling, and he for a moment forgot all the manners they had taught him, leaned forward, and asked in a bit too loud of a voice.
"Really! Who is he? What will he teach me? I can do it without a wand, or will I get a wand to practice it."
Quinn got a little excited but calmed down when he saw the expression on his grandfather's face. He sat up straight and muttered an apology while Lia chuckled into her hand.
George sighed before answering Quinn's question, "No, you won't be needing a wand for the magic, and the master I have hired has specifically said not to tell you about the contents of what he will be teaching. He doesn't want you to set some preconception about the branch of magic he teaches."
Quinn once again felt confused by his grandfather's words and asked, "Did Lia learn this magic?"
Lia nodded, and with a smirk, she teased, "Yes, actually know I think about it, I started learning this magic when I was seven, a year younger than you are."
Quinn knew Lia was just trying to tease him as she knew about his love for magic and how the fact that he could've learned it a year sooner would make him feel.
'Calm down, Quinn. Peaceful thoughts, don't let her get to you... Dammit!' Quinn couldn't help but feel jealous and puffed up his cheeks to show how he was feeling.
Quinn calmed down and replied to his grandfather, "I understand, grandfather."
That night, Quinn sat on his bed reading a second-year charms book from New Zealand. Even though Quinn learned the third-year curriculum. He still wasn't able to do any magic that was above the second-year standard.
The lack of a wand hindered Quinn's ability to do magic, and he had just enough control to perform spells that were considered to be on the second-year standard.
Quinn thought back to his travels, and the various magical focuses he had seen been utilized by magicals (wizards) of different countries. It turned out that wands were primarily famous in Europe, and there were other magical focuses used in other parts of the world.
What is a focus, you ask? Well, a focus is a quasi-sentient magical instrument through which a magical (witch or wizard) channels her or his magical powers to centralize the effects of spells or any feat of magic. Focuses were a norm in this world, and he had seen no magical human that didn't use a focus for performing magic.
A magical focus could be crafted from magical woods, materials from magical beasts, magically conducting gems or special metals. A combination of those materials could be made into wands, bracelets, staves, staffs, ornamental daggers, or talismans.
Some wizards or witches could perform magic without a focus, but that severely limited their capabilities.
Quinn shook his head of thoughts about wands and focuses and looked at the light on his bedside table; It was a magical candle covered by a glass case. Quinn focused his magic and willed the magic to increase the size of the flame. In a split-second, the flame grew to double its original size.
Quinn slowly funneled his magic, and carefully increased the flame to grow to triple and quadruple of its size, and then applied the part which made it sustain on its own. And, lo-and-behold, when Quinn stopped using magic, the flame remained on the increased size.
This was Quinn's replication of Engorgement Charm that caused the target to swell immensely. He could freely control the target's size and even decide how long the charm holds on the target. Quinn called it a replication and not a wandless (focusless) implementation because there was no spell light when Quinn performed the spell.
Like how the Killing Curse (Avada Kedavra) shot out of the wand with green color, the Engorgement Charm shot out with an icy-blue color. But Quinn was able to eliminate the spell light from his execution, which made it Quinn's replication and not a spell.
Quinn might not be able to proceed past the second-year standard, but it didn't mean he couldn't improve upon what he already knew. When Quinn found that his control restricted his ability to proceed, he didn't feel down and begun experimenting with how spells work and replicate them in his own way. This not only solidified his knowledge, but his replications were easier for him to perform than the wandless versions.
Quinn felt that the magical core in his body had enough juice to perform one more spell. He once again looked at the bedside candle and pondered which spell should be used to revert the engorgement placed on the candle flame.
"I could either use the counter to Engorgement Charm, the Shrinking Charm, or I could just use the General Counter-Spell, Finite Incantatem. Hmm... let's go with the Shrinking Charm. I learned them together after all."
Once again, Quinn focused his magic and applied his replication of Shrinking Charm. The candle flame went back to its original size and then dispelled any of his magic on the flame. It freed the magical candle from any external magic source or influence. Quinn closed his book, sent it to the bookshelf, extinguished the candle by covering the lamp, and went to sleep for the day.
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At the end of that week, Quinn found himself sitting in an empty room of the West Manor that had been furnished with two chairs and a table between two chairs.
In front of him sat a man who looked older than his grandfather, which made Quinn think about his age.
"Mr. West, if it satisfies your curiosity, I am twice as old as your grandfather.", the man spoke for the first time since Quinn had entered the room.
Quinn was confused for a second and thought, 'Did I spoke it out loud?'
Once again, the old man spoke, "No, Mr. West, you didn't speak that out loud."
Seeing the old man's smile, Quinn finally understood what was happening. He immediately broke eye contact with the old man. This caused the old man to chuckle.
"Oh my, your grandfather wasn't exaggerating about you being a smart child. It seems you know already know what I was doing."
Quinn ground his teeth as he spat out, "You used Legilimency to read my mind!"
The old man had the audacity to laugh, "You are correct, I used Legilimency to read your mind, but to be more specific, I read your surface thoughts. So, don't worry, I don't know any of your secrets, and you can look at me. I won't be reading your mind."
Quinn ignored the old man and continued to stare at his feet.
Seeing that, the old man spoke once again, "Mr. West, you should remember that your grandfather hired me, so it shows that he trusts me."
Quinn thought about it for a while and was seriously contemplating about barging into his grandfather's study and confirm if the old man was trustworthy but decided against it. He knew his grandfather wouldn't let anyone untrustworthy into the house, much less someone who would snoop around in his mind.
Quinn finally looked towards the old man's smiling face and the old man spoke once again.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Alan D. Baddeley and moving forward, I will be teaching you the magic of Mind Arts."
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Quinn West - MC - 8 years old - Interested in Magic.
Lia West - Elder Sister - 18 years old - Beauxbaton Graduate - Interested in Family Business.
George West - Grandfather - Head of West Family - Loves his grandchildren.
Alan D. Baddeley - Old Man - Teacher - Teaches Mind Arts.
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NOTE - I might still call Quinn's replications as spells. It will make my work so much easier.
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Chapter 6: The First Lesson
Two people, one young, the other old, sat in a room. The old man sat in his chair with a smile on his face. From any angle, the older man was just a joyous old man, while the young child sitting on a stool was emitting the air of nervousness and tension. The merry old man was Alan D. Baddeley, while the young child was Quinn West.
Both were sitting in a room of the West Manor. Today was their first meeting and Quinn's first lesson on mind magic. The reason for Quinn's apparent discomfort was that Alan had snooped around in his mind using Legilimency and that on their first meeting, with no warning or permission.
It wasn't a surprise that Quinn had a terrible impression of Alan after his blatant offense at reading his mind. Alan, who was looking at Quinn, continued as nothing had happened.
"Mr. West, before we begin, I would like you to tell me what do you think about mind magic. Please be assured, I am not expecting you to give a correct answer. Just tell me your thoughts when you hear the word mind magic."
Quinn, who had lost all his initial excitement about learning a new branch of magic, thought about the shitty old man's question and gave out his thoughts about mind magic.
"Mind Magic, as the name suggests, is the magic related to the mind. Any magic that affects the mind or explores the inner working of the brain comes under the category of mind magic."
Alan, with his ever smiling face, spoke in response to Quinn's answer. "Excellent, can you give me some examples of mind magic?"
Quinn immediately answered the question, "Occlumency and Legilimency."
Alan's smile widened, and he continued the Q-and-A, "Oh my, those are some heavy words that you threw out there. Can you give me some other examples of mind magic?"
Quinn frowned and thought about any other magic that could be categorized under mind magic, but he couldn't think of any other magic that came under mind magic. But just as he was about to shake his head, he remembered one more, "Oblivation is also a mind magic."
Alan leaned back into his chair and said, "Okay, not bad, but let me throw out a question for you to think. Have you heard about the Cheering Charm?"
Quinn nodded, "A charm that made the target feel elated. If overdone, it could cause the victim to overcome with fits of hysterical laughter."
"Excellent, excellent. Then wouldn't you say that the Cheering Charm affects the mind of the target? Wouldn't the Cheering Charm come under the category of mind magic?"
Quinn blinked twice, "B-but, the Cheering Charm... how can something like a trivial Cheering Charm be a mind magic."
Alan shook his head and countered, "Mr. West, magic being trivial has nothing to with its identity. As you said, any magic that affects the mind is mind magic. Cheering Charm, Bravery Charm, Jelly-Brain Jinx, Confudus Charm, Sleeping Charm, even potions like Love potions and Hate potions that affect the mind also come under mind magic.
My motive to tell you about this is to clear the confusion that things like Occlumency and Legilimency aren't the only magic that comes under mind magic. Mind magic, like any branch, is a wide field of magic. Many mysteries that need to be explored, many secrets that need to be unveiled."
Alan's revelation surprised Quinn. After listening to Alan's explanation, he agreed that even something like Cheering Charm was a form of mind magic. Before Alan's explanation, he never saw potions as a mind magic.
He looked up at Alan and spoke, "You are correct. Any magic that affects the mind is a mind magic."
Alan leaned forward towards the table, "Now, let's talk about the aim of these lessons. Your grandfather hired me to teach you the art of protecting your mind. You already know about it, don't you?"
Quinn answered, "Yes, Occlumency is the art of protecting your mind. It can prevent a Legilimens, a person who knows how to perform Legilimency, from accessing one's thoughts and feelings or influencing them. We know a person who practices this art as an Occlumens."
"Excellent!" said Alan, looking impressed with Quinn's knowledge. "But, let me tell you what an accomplished Legilimens could do against someone with no mental defenses."
Quinn turned serious as he hung onto Alan's every word.
"A novice Legilimens could perceive their target's emotions. That means that even though they couldn't look into their thoughts, they could still tell how you are feeling.
An intermediate Legilimens could perceive their target's surface thoughts. They could tell what you are thinking at the moment. Any intermediate Legilimens could do what I did to you.
A master Legilimens could dive into their target's mind and see their memories, experiences, and anything that the mind offers. They could know your every secret in a matter of minutes."
Quinn sucked in a sharp breath. He already knew what a Legilimens could do, but listening to it from a Legilimens' mouth was another thing. The thought that the person in front of him could know all his memories was a scary thought that was finally setting in, but it turned out Alan was just getting starting.
"Now above that..."
Quinn was shocked and ended up raising his voice. "There is more?!"
Alan raised his eyebrows and exclaimed, "Of course, anyone with enough aptitude for mind arts could accomplish this with enough practice. Please, note that we base these categorizations on a Legilimens' performance against an unprotected mind."
Quinn nodded, prompting Alan to continue.
"There is no categorization above master Legilimens as Legilimens take different paths after becoming masters in Legilimency. But, people like to call themselves Grandmasters.
Some would strengthen their prowess so that they could read memories from a practiced Occlumens. Others would seek other branches of Legilimens, like stimulating emotions inside the target or controlling people by influencing their minds. Then there are people who explore people's dreamscapes or in simple words dive into people's dream."
Quinn interjected with a query, "Controlling people like the Imperius Curse does?"
Alan wasn't surprised hearing Quinn mention an Unforgivable Curse, as children from magical families were educated about them.
"In a way, yes, while Imperius Curse makes people do things against their will, a grandmaster could plant suggestions inside their subconscious, making the target do their bidding and make it seem like the target did it out of their own free will. An Imperius Curse leaves traces on the mind, but a grandmaster wouldn't leave any trace of their presence."
Quinn felt goosebumps surface on his skins and chills going down his back. Alan didn't notice it and continued,
"Just think what someone could do if they got hold of your grandfather's mind. They would've so much wealth and influence under their control, and that is why magical families train their young ones against the attacks of a Legilimens by training them to become Occlumens."
Quinn nodded, thinking about the dangers of Legilimens having control of his grandfather's mind.
"Now, I would be teaching you how to protect your mind. I will teach you the art of Occlumency."
Before Alan could continue, Quinn interjected and asked a question.
"What is your level of Legilimency?"
Alan intertwined his fingers, his elbows on the table, and answered, "I am beyond the master level, Mr. West. I specialize in Mind magic and could do stuff you can't even imagine.". Alan stated as if not saying a terrifying fact.
And Alan's slight smile made it much more terrifying. Quinn gulped but braved forward, "Then why did you take a teaching job and that to a child who doesn't understand mind arts."
Alan laughed and spoke with joy evident in his voice, "Mr. West, you really are a smart child. You see, the people who study the mysteries of the mind and practice the mind magic often end up picking up a bad habit, an occupational hazard if that clears it.
To us, the average wizard seems like a mind begging to be explored and fiddled with. It is tantalizing to keep out of the minds of unsuspecting people, so they find various workarounds to suppress this urge to snoop around people's minds.
I personally chose to teach mind arts to curb my desire to snoop around in people's minds. When I am teaching, it is expected that our minds will be connected, frequently at that. Teaching mind arts to someone while maintaining proper protocol is enough for me. So be assured, I will not snoop around your mind untamed.
As to why I choose to teach a child? Mr. West, children are the best students for teaching mind arts. They are free and learn very quickly. And have the best imagination, which helps when practicing mind magic."
Quinn knew Alan was trying to assure him that everything would be fine, but Quinn knew that if he learned Occlumency, then a lot of Quinn's secrets would be revealed to Alan and then to anyone Alan shared that knowledge.
But it seemed Quinn had been worrying for nothing as Alan pulled out a thin stack of paper and set it on the table. Quinn looked at the stack of paper and then conveyed his confusion with his eyes to Alan.
"Mr. West, do you know what is a magical contract?"
Alan's eyes lit up, and he nodded. It turned out that magical oaths(so mote it be) weren't a real thing. Instead of oaths, there existed magical contracts that could bind someone to certain terms and conditions.
Alas, wizards and witches rarely use magical contracts as they bound their magic to the contract, which was the most important to a magical. Otherwise, corruption wouldn't exist in the magical world, but it did as no one was willing to sign magical contracts.
But there were rare cases where some will sign contracts that could, and it seemed this was one of those times.
"Excellent, I have signed this contract with your grandfather that will not allow me to divulge anything that happens during our lessons. I can't even talk about who I am teaching, which means it protects your identity.
I cannot willingly let someone look through my memories as a workaround, and there aren't many people who could break into my mind, so any things I see in your mind are safe with me, and I will take it to my grave.
I cannot even tell your grandfather what I end up witnessing. The only thing I can report to your grandfather is your progress."
Quinn looked at the magical contract in front of him and finally felt relieved. He would've leaned back into his chair if his stool had a backrest.
Alan noticed his relieved demeanor and ended up commenting.
"Mr. West, I don't sign contracts on every job I take, but sometimes my employers insist I do, and your grandfather insisted. Even those rare times I sign a contract, I don't talk about it to my young students as they are too young to understand, but your grandfather told me I should let you know about this contract." Alan stared into Quinn's eyes as he continued, "I am curious what makes you so different from my other students."
Quinn, who had just finally relaxed, again stiffened up because of Alan's words and expression and up cursing him in his mind, 'This shitty old man. Is he trying to kill with anxiety and fright!'
Alan laughed and spoke, "Mr. West, you need to relax."
Quinn's eyes widened, and then his brows furrowed as he growled, "Did you just read my mind?!"
Alan shook his head and teased, "No-no-no, your expression tells it all. I have to say, I am already having so much fun!"
Quinn gritted his teeth but refrained from speaking as he knew that the old man was trying to irk him.
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That day, Alan taught nothing to Quinn, and they just went over what he will teach in the future. After the lesson was over, Quinn felt exhaustion from all the shocks he had received today, and he dragged his body to the manor's garden where he was told his grandfather was having tea.
Quinn entered the garden canopy and sat in front of his grandfather. When he sat down, Polly popped near the table and asked him if he wanted any refreshments. Quinn was too exhausted to have an appetite and refused.
He waited for his grandfather to speak up first, and George asked. "How was the lesson with Mr. Baddeley?"
Quinn sighed and graced the question with a simple reply, "It was stressful."
"Why so?" George asked before placing a piece of scone in his mouth.
"It was stressful knowing that he could, and he did it the first thing I entered the room," Quinn felt tired just from thinking back to the lesson.
George looked at Quinn before asking, "Didn't he tell you about the contract."
"He did, but he revealed the contract after thoroughly explaining what a Legilimens could do with an unprotected mind." Quinn could swear that he heard his grandfather chuckle, but maybe he was mistaken because when Quinn looked up, George looked stoic as ever.
Quinn thought about Alan and remembered why he came to see his grandfather, "What can you tell me about Mr. Alan D. Baddeley?"
George sipped his tea and waited for a moment before speaking, "Mr. Alan is a wizard from New Zealand, from what I have heard, he used to be very active in the mind arts community as a forerunner in research, but he distanced himself from the research community two decades ago and switched to teaching around fifteen years ago.
His track record has been excellent, which is very necessary for this line of work, so I hired him after asking around."
Quinn noticed something and asked, "He didn't teach Lia?"
George shook his head and revealed, "I asked Lia who taught her as your parents chose her teacher, her teacher wasn't available, so I had to find someone else."
Quinn nodded. He had already asked all he needed to ask, so he excused himself, "I will excuse myself. I want to take a brief nap before continuing my day."
George nodded, and Quinn left. Elliot, who was standing nearby, approached George and asked, "Was it alright to hire Mr. Baddeley. The young master looked tired."
George looked towards Quinn's retreating back and explained, "I choose Mr. Baddeley because of his reputation. He doesn't have a family, and before switching to teaching, he had devoted his life to his craft.
Even though Mr. Baddeley is a wizard from New Zealand, he traveled the world to hone his craft. He has traveled the world for around a century. Think about how much he would have learned from his travel. Now, think about Quinn's request for books from every country we visited.
Even though the scale is completely different, both of them are similar in how they approach learning, so when I heard about Mr. Baddeley's life, I hired him after checking his reputation."
Elliot's brows raised in surprise after listening to the reason for hiring Mr. Baddeley. He found his impression of the seemingly ordinary joyous old man changing.
"As for Quinn, he followed Ms. Rosey's daily instruction without a peep. Mr. Baddeley might be eccentric, but I doubt he will have anything on Ms. Rosey. Quinn will adapt after a few lessons."
He turned his head to look at Elliot and instructed, "When Quinn gets used to the Occlumency lessons, you are to teach him about potion brewing."
Elliot nodded and asked, "Am I to prepare the garden for some herbology to accompany the potion brewing?"
George nodded in response, and they spoke no more words.
One thing was for sure, Quinn had a busy year in front of him.
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Quinn West - MC - 8 years old - Out for a nap
Alan D. Baddeley - Mind Arts Teacher - Likes to mess with people.
George West - Grandfather - Likes his tea time.
Elliot Dalton - Butler - Potion teacher to be.
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