bag stopped right in front of him and floated there.

Tom visualized flashes of fire, orange and white flames, throwing sparks, burning rapidly.

The paper bag flashed up in a quick burst of flame and was gone. That made Tom smile. Fire often made him smile.

By the time Tom reached the Shrieking Shack, High Street was cleaner than it had ever been - not a single stray candy wrapper was spared.

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Tom arrived at school with still a couple hours until breakfast. He figured he had better go and explain himself to the Headmaster before people actually started to wonder what he was truly up to.

As he made his way towards the Headmaster's office, he was constantly pushing outwards, letting his magic flow and resonate with the area around him. Itwas a vastly difficult thing to do at the moment, compared to the effortless instinct he had before. It didn't seem to be working all that well either, as he came up on Myrtle sitting against a wall in the corridor as he turned the corner. Then again, he almost never noticed her, visually or magically. In all senses, she was too weak to register.

"Tom!" The girl stood when she saw him, smiling her repulsive grin. She began to run over to him, but when he raised a hand in protest, she instantly stopped, her smile disappearing and her shoulders slumping.

"Hello, Myrtle," Tom said, hoping that would be the extent of this conversation.

"Tom, I haven't slept all night! I'm so scared, Tom!" Myrtle exclaimed.

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