When I say he was a great man, I'm not just saying that as his father, he did things that…" Tobo cut himself off. "Well. It doesn't matter… Point is, when I saw him use the lessons I taught him, he easily overthrew a small group of terrorists in magical London… I felt something that I knew I could use to cast the spell…"

Tobo seemed to be finished, but Tom probed further. "What is it that you felt?"

The old man seemed to age a decade as he frowned sadly at Tom.

Tobo began to walk out of the room. Tom tried to stand up, failed, and fell back into the bed. By the time he had rearranged himself, Tobo had returned with two small vials, a blue and aover to the potion bottles and sighed.

I don't think he wants to kill me…Not yet anyways.

Tom tried to summon the bottles to his open hand with a mere gaze, but it failed.

Tobo removed the wand from the holster and gave it back to him. "If you insist on casting, do it right.

Tom grimaced. "Accio potions." They slowly lifted up and came towards him; he had time to reattach the holster and put his wand away before reaching back up to grab them.

The state I'm in is absolutely pathetic, I feel as though I am a helpless boy again.

Tom opened the red bottle first and raised it to his lips, watching Tobo the entire time. The man wasn't even paying attention, instead he was back to reading the book