Oliver Night and the Philosopher Stone

The Vanishing Glass Part 2

REVIEW

Aunt Ruby obviously scented danger, too, because she said quickly, "And we'll but you another two presents while we're out today. How's that, popkin? Two more presents. Is that all right?"

Brain thought for a moment. It looked like hard work Finally he said slowly, "So I'll have thirty . . . thirty . . ."

"Thirty-nine, sweetums," said Aunt Ruby.

"Oh." Brian sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel.

"All right then."

Uncle Michael chuckled.

END OF REVIEW

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"Little tyke wants his money's worth, just like his father. 'Atta boy, Brian!" He ruffled Brians hair.

At that moment the telephone rang and Aunt Ruby went to answer it while Oliver and Uncle Michael watched Brian unwrap the racing bike, a video camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games, and a VCR. He was ripping the paper off a gold wristwatch when Aunt Ruby came back from the telephone looking both angry and worried.

"Bad news, Michael," she said. "Mrs. Figg's broken her leg. She can't take him." She jerked her head in Olivers direction.

Brains mouth fell open in horror, but Olivers heart gave a leap. Every year on Brians birthday, his parents took him and a friend out for the day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or the movies. Every year, Oliver was left behind with Mrs. Frigg or Mrs. Potter. Mrs Frigg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away. Oliver hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs. Figg made him look at photographs of all the cats she'd every owned. Mrs. Potter was a completely different story, her family treated me like I was normal, her husband always played pranks on her, her son and I are great friends even though we go to different schools.

"Now what?" said Aunt Ruby, looking furiously at Oliver as though he'd planned this. Oliver knew he out to feel sorry that Mrs. Figg had broken her leg, but it wasn't easy when he reminded himself it would be a whole year before he had to look at Tibbles, Snowy, Mr. Paws , and Tufty again.

"We could phone Mrs. Potter," Uncle Michael suggested.

"She can't today her family are going to the zoo like us today."

The Adams often spoke about Oliver likes this, as though he wasn't there --- or rather, as though he was something very nasty that couldn't understand them, like a slug.

"What about what's-her-name, your friend --- Yvonne?"

"On vacation in Majorca," snapped Aunt Ruby.

"You could just leave me here," Oliver put in hopefully (he'd be able to watch what he wanted on television for a change and maybe even have a go on Brains computer).

Aunt Ruby looked as though she'd just swallowed a lemon.

"And come back and find the house in ruins?" she snarled.

"I won't blow up the house," said Oliver, but they weren't listening.

"I suppose we could take him to the zoo." said Aunt Ruby slowly, ". . . and leave him in the car. . . ."

"That car's new, he's not sitting in it alone. . . ."

Brian began to cry loudly. In fact, he wasn't really crying --- it had been years since he'd really cried ---but he knew that if he screwed up his face and wailed, his mother would give him any thing he warted.

"Brainbeeny, don't cry, Mummy won't let him spill your special day!" she cried, flinging her arms around him.

"I . . . don't . . . want . . . him . . . t-t-to come!" Brain yelled between huge, pretend sobs. "He always sp-spoils everything!" He shot Oliver a nasty grin through the gap in his mother's arms.

Just then, the doorbell rang --- "Oh, good Lord, they're here!" said Aunt Ruby frantically --- and a moment later, Brans best friend, Piers Polkiss, walked in with his mother. Piers was a scrawing boy with a face like a rat. He usually the one who held people's arms behind their backs while Brain hit them. Brain stopped pretending to cry at once.

Half and hour later, Oliver, who couldn't believe his luck, was sitting in the back of the Adams car with Piers and Brian, on the way to the zoo for the first time in his life. His aunt and uncle hadn't been able to think of anything else to do with him, but before they'd left, Uncle Michael had taken Oliver aside.  

"Im warning you," he had said, putting his large purple face right up close to Olivers, "I'm warning you now, boy --- any funny business, anything at all --- and you'll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas."

"I'm not going to do anything," said Oliver, "honestly . . ."

But Uncle Michael didn't believe him. Almost no one ever did.

The problem was, strange things often happened around Oliver and it was just no good telling the Adams he didn't make them happen.

Once, Aunt Ruby, tired of Oliver coming back from the barbers looking as though he hadn't been al all, had taken a pair of kitchen scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except for his bangs, which she left "to hide that horrible scar." Brain had laughed himself silly at Oliver, who spent a sleepless night imagining school that next day, where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes. next morning, however, he had gotten up to find his hair exactly as it had been before Aunt Ruby had sheared it off. He had been given a week in his cupboard for this, even though he had tried to explain that he couldn't  explain how it had grown back so quickly. 

Another time, Aunt Ruby had been trying to force him into a revolting old sweater of Brains (brown with orange puff balls). The harder she tried to pull it over his head, the smaller it seemed to become, until finally it might have fitted a hand puppet, but certainly wouldn't fit Oliver. Aunt Ruby had decided it must have shrunk in the wash and, to his great relief. Oliver wasn't punished.

On the other hand, he'd gotten into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens. Brains gang had been chasing him as usual when, as much to Oliver's surprise as anyone else's, there he was sitting on the chimney. The Adams had received a very angry letter from Olivers headmaster telling them Oliver had been climbing school buildings. But all he'd tried to do (as he shouted at Uncle Michael through the locked door of his cupboard) was jumped behind the big trash cans outside the kitchen doors. harry supposed that the wind must have caught him in mid-jump.

But today, nothing was going to go wrong. It was even worth being with Brain and Piers to be spending the day somewhere that wasn't school, his cupboard, or Mrs. Figg's cabbage-smelling living room.

While he drove, Uncle Michael complained to Aunt Ruby. He liked to complain about things: people at work, Oliver, the council, Oliver, the banks, and Oliver were just a few of his favorite subjects. This morning, it was motorcycles.

". . . roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said, as a motorcycle overtook them.

"I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Oliver, remembering suddenly. "It was fly."

Uncle Michael nearly crashed into the car in front of him. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Oliver, his face like a red tomato: "MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!"

Brain and Piers sniggered.

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So I decided to maybe do first person during some scenes also harry also speaks Parseltongue still and i decided to give Oliver a godfather but he lives with Sirius with his husband. So the Godfather and Sirius adopt him. 

Also after the first book is done I will be writing the first and second season of supernatural

Words - 1323

Date - 12/26/20