Described as potentially this era s most powerful practitioner of magic, a force to be feared in the occult circles. Seen here shuffling down the hall of a small London council house in his pyjama bottoms, on one of those nocturnal trips to the toilet. It isn t easy being thirteen, he reflected as he stood on the cold floor, answering nature s call. You get pimples. Your voice starts acting up.
Girls go from being objects of revulsion to mysterious and fascinating temptresses.
And four weirdos in big coats come and give you the Magical version of the orientation tour, opening the door to all sorts of occult occurrences. Lately it seemed the only time he had any peace was when he made his nightly trip to the bathroom. Later, Tim realised he should not have tempted Fate with that thought. At least it s not the end of all things, he thought to himself philosophically, stepping forward and noting without surprise that the door vanished behind him. Not like last week.