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tommy and toby's inductions
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If you asked Tommy Ingram, he'd tell you that his affinity is stealing. Well, not really stealing, he would qualify. He's just very persuasive. He talks to things and they just--usually happen to like him more than their previous owner. Not always. But usually. And that's not his fault, really, if they like him more. And sometimes they would have attacked their previous owner! So, really, he's doing them a favor.

(If you asked his best friend, Toby Underwood, what Tommy's affinity was, he would roll his eyes and say sarcastically, "the power of friendship," and then Tommy would object that that made him sound like he was from a bad cartoon, which he is not, he would only be from good cartoons. If you asked Wilbur Soot, he would pause to consider for a minute, and then probably say that Tommy's affinity is being likable, and then he would make a joke about how Tommy stole himself an older brother.)

He can't take all his things into the scholomance; there are too many. He packs what he can, and he apologizes at length to his lego batman figure that's missing an arm and his piece of dark green sea glass he found on the beach when he was ten and his plastic rabbit and three spray-painted pinecones and a lopsided dreamcatcher he made in primary school for leaving them all behind. He says a longer goodbye to a verifiable army of bugs and a seagull and a raccoon and and one of Phil's crows. (He actually hadn't been trying to steal it, that time. It just... Looked hungry. And he had mana. And then he had another familiar, because it just really liked him, okay, it's not his fault that his affinity is what it is.)

He'll be back, though. He'll be back and he'll tell them all about what it was like--it's probably going to suck, it might be for the best that they're staying behind--but his big brother's in there, you know, Wilbur, and he's going to change the world, so it'll be a cool story. Staying home is like the best of both worlds, because they'll get to hear all the cool stories but they won't have to be in danger. He'll miss them for four years, though, it's a long time and he might not be back. (He'll probably be back. But--you never know, right? So if he doesn't come back, they should be prepared for that, too.)

He takes with him:

- Shroud and Henry, who are the best spiders there are, because Henry was his very first familiar ever and Shroud came up to him and decided to be friends before Tommy even gave him any mana
- his baby blanket, because he can't sleep without it
- a hand-crank music box, with three different cylinders (Over the Rainbow, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and Frère Jacques)
- a screwdriver (to switch out cylinders for the music box)
- Toby's old water bottle that has sharpie drawings from Tommy and Toby and Wilbur almost entirely covering it
- his needle and thread
- an enchanted swiss army knife which used to be Terrence's before deciding it liked him better
- a bead lizard Toby made for him when they were both, like, six (since named Phukkit and declared a good luck charm)
- his notebook, with the cover removed and a promise made to repair it once he's in
- four mana crystals from Phil, with a promise to fill up two of them and give them to Wilbur once he gets in if he's still alive
- bigger clothes for Wilbur (with the promise of exchanging them for Wilbur's current clothes), also from Phil
- an enchanted letter for Wilbur from Phil and Sam and Terrence
- a lightweight backpack, to carry everything

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Toby Underwood has thought at length about the Scholomance, and he's pretty sure he's going to die there.

That's okay. He's made his peace with it. He'd rather live, obviously, but he's had a good run. Better than a lot of people get. There are, like, babies out there dying of cancer. Lots of people don't even get the chance to go to the Scholomance. He's pretty lucky, in comparison.

Unfortunately, his best friend is Tommy Ingram, wonderful stupid Tommy Ingram, Tommy who is so full of life and love and joy, and he hasn't made his peace with Tommy dying.

The decision from there is obvious. He probably can't keep both of them alive, especially with Tommy being... Tommy, bringing in sentimental garbage and believing in Wilbur far past the point of good sense. He doesn't love his odds of being able to keep just one of them alive either, really, but they're better. So he has to focus on keeping Tommy alive. Everything else can come second.

He hasn't, of course, breathed a word of this to Tommy. Tommy would just--get upset. Not understand why it's the logical choice. Insist on keeping them both alive, and fail to realize that that isn't an option on the table.

Luckily for him, Tommy probably won't notice. He's shorter than Tommy by quite a bit (and thank fuck for that; Wilbur and Tommy are both tall past the point of good sense, and Toby being short means that their precious kilograms of storage are going to the person who will use them most rationally), and Tommy won't keep perfect track of his items, not the actually useful ones, not past Toby probably has some for me. So that means everything can be Tommy's first, if he needs them.

If they're lucky, Wilbur will have made some connections, and be alive to help them. Phil and Terrence are both well-connected, and Wilbur's got a decent amount of charisma, even if he's shit at fighting; it's not impossible. If they're unlucky, Wilbur will have died, because he's shit at fighting. He's prepared for both scenarios, because Tommy isn't and one of them has to be. It will, at least, net them more clothes and mana crystals if Wilbur's dead; the clothes are likely more useful as trade goods, they shouldn't keep extras around, but they can probably find some older kids as obscenely tall as Wilbur is and negotiate something. The loss of protection would be hard, the hit to Tommy's morale harder. Toby knows one of the kids in Wilbur's year, at least--Alastair--as well as one in his own year--Jack--so he has someplace to start, if he needs to build connections without Wilbur.

His affinity is combat-useful. Explosives. He's grateful to it.

He'll be going artificing track; he can barely read past the dyslexia, which is rough in a way he can't do anything about, but Tommy and Wilbur can help with the reading, and he can focus on working with his hands. He's good at that.

He doesn't take anything they don't need. He packs as many mana crystals as he can and uses his extra space on medical tape, healing cookies, antibiotics, ibuprofen, activated charcoal, lightly enchanted gauze, assorted stimulants, and two small vials of healing potion.

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Tommy… Promptly throws up. He has enough presence of mind to do it into the void wall (void wall, okay, that’s better than a void floor).

He’s gotta say, it is not the best introduction to the scholomance. Fits with what he’s been told of the place, but what he’s been told of the place is uniformly awful, so that’s not a compliment.

521A. He is… Probably not going to remember that. But he can maybe remember it at least until he meets up with Wilbur? He chants it under his breath on his way to the cafeteria. 

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Toby doesn’t throw up, just braces himself against the wall and takes long breaths until the nausea passes. 

Okay. He’s got this. 46A, void wall, innermost ring. 

Cafeteria time. 

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Wilbur’s there with two cups of water. “Tommy! Toby! Hey!”

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Wilbur!

Then, a moment later: “You interrupted me, I had my room number—”

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“I got it, don’t worry. 521A. What’s yours, Toby?”

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Wilbur looks awful, but he also looks alive, which is— really good, actually. “46A. You’re— alive.” He hadn’t actually meant to say that. Oops. 

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“‘Course I am. Did you think I wouldn’t be?”

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“Course not. We knew you’d be fine, isn’t that right, Tubs?”

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There’s a pause for a bit longer than there should be, as Toby decides whether to lie. “Yeah.” 

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"Well, here I am!" He puts his arms out all the way, twirls around once. "Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone."

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This is--good. This is great. Wilbur may have dark circles but he's alive and he has people to introduce them to.

 

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"Niki, this is Tommy and Toby. Tommy and Toby, this is Niki."

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"--You are a woman."

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"Sorry? I.....yes?"

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"Sorry, sorry, I..." Laugh. "I will shut up now."

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"Where's Alex and Schlatt?"

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"Over there." Point.

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"I am forever in your debt, Ms. Niehaus."

And they can head over to meet Alex and Schlatt!

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"Heyyyyy, Wilbur my man!"

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"Eyyyy, Alex!" Kiss on the cheek.

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"And which one of these fine young gentlemen is Tommy?"

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"That's me. Big T. Also Tommy Trusty. Big Man. Haver of Wives. Glad to know my fame has made it in here."

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"Sure, man. And that makes you Toby, then?"

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Small wave. "Yep, hi."

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"Alex isn't technically part of the group 'cause he's not British but his boyfriend is so we let him tag along."

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Eyeroll. "We've been over this, Wilbur, do you want an upperclassman around or not."

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"Hey, it's the first day, let's not fight just yet."

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"Whatever. Babe, you gonna introduce yourself or not?"

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"Huh? Oh, right. I'm Jay Schlatt, call me Schlatt, I'm a junior, I sell drugs, if you don't want 'em you can fuck off. That good enough?"

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“Great. So, that’s everyone. Except Tampa, fuck Tampa.”

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“Why Tampa?”

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“Fucking Eret. Joined our group, then took all his stuff and ran to an enclave to go— kowtow to Clay or whoever.”

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Clay? Like, same Clay Terrence talked about? That Clay? Little annoying freshman Clay?”

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“That’s the one. He’s a senior, you know, so I’m pretty sure you’re the annoying freshman.”

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“Whaaaaat?! Me? Annoying?”

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“Well. At first.”

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“Right, at first, and then they realize that it’s all part of my plan. And then they will all love me and give me things in apology for finding me annoying at first. You gotta hit ‘em with the pity trip. Like if you go oh that is an annoying sound but then it is a tiny puppy so you give it treats.”

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“We meet every day—well, Niki and I meet every day, Schlatt and Alex just show up kind of whenever—in the library, I’d show you where but we’re kind of hoping to move to a better spot since we’re all a year older now.”

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"--Oh! I almost forgot!" He slings his backpack off one shoulder to unzip it. "Letter. For you. Other stuff too but I'll give you that later, the letter's the important one really." He hasn't filled the mana storage up yet. Another time. If he remembers. Which he will, because Toby will remind him. Hopefully. "And new clothes but you probably shouldn't strip in the middle of the cafeteria."

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"Nah, that's more Alex's thing."

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"Huh?"

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"You'll see. Yeah, sure, we can swap clothes later." Letter!!!!!!

(It's short. Pretty generic well-wishes. Signed by his mum and dad and older brother. The paper it's written on is enchanted and therefore valuable, more valuable than the letter itself, except how the letter is written by his family and therefore the most valuable thing he owns according to him and probably Tommy and nobody else.)

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Tommy doesn't, in fact, forget to work on filling up the mana storage for Wilbur. He checks all the drawers of his room (no mals) and gets halfway through unpacking his stuff when he finds the crystals and spends the next four hours sewing for mana. He has to makeshift a thimble by wrapping some fabric around his thumb, and it doesn't quite work like he's used to, but it keeps him from stabbing himself enough to draw blood, which is the important part if you don't want mals to smell you, which Tommy doesn't. He talks to his needle while he sews, complimenting it on how well it works and how pretty it is when the light hits it and how it doesn't stab him at all. He starts calling her Linda after the first half hour, because she seems like a Linda.

It'll take a solid few months of work to fill up everything, which means he probably shouldn't stay up all night working on it, even though it really feels like it'd be easier to just keep going until it's done. A few months is... probably still better than getting Wilbur to do it himself. He can get Toby to help, maybe. Make him do all the hard work. That's what Toby's supposed to be there for, right, is doing all the hard work Tommy doesn't want to do, and Tommy is so incredibly bored of doing it.

(At least the boredom is the mana-building sort of boredom. Ugh. Why couldn't mana be built by doing fun things.)

Right. Where was he. Unpacking. The rest of his things can be half-assedly unpacked (and then, more lengthily, said goodnight to) and then he is going to sleep.

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Toby doesn't have homeroom with Tommy but he does have homeroom with Jack Manifold; he invites him to join them, and Jack says yes. Always good to have more people.

 

The study group is good. It's nice to not have to worry about his English homework.