Another jerkin slid down, turning into a snake as it fell, and wrapped itself around his legs. Then a third leaped from the shelf and, becoming a jellyfish in mid-air, splatted onto Timâs own school jerkin, and slithered down to the floor with a wet flop.
âUgh,â mumbled Tim. âUgh, disgusting.
Groew, urrghâ
He was tugging at the bat and trying to kick away the snake, and flailing about, getting more and more tangled up.
Sam shuddered. He lifted a hand to send a flash of magic to help his new friend.
âNone of that,â said a quiet voice.
A dry, wrinkled hand settled on Samâs shoulder.
âSave your magic,â he said. âHeâll be all right.â
âVengeabil, you old fraud. Get them off,â Tim gasped.
âCanât you work it?â said the old man. âTry Book Two of Charms for Beasts.â
Tim groaned.
âForgotten already?â
Tim nodded as well as he could with a bat wrapped around his face.
âYou?â Vengeabil asked Smedge.
The other boy took a wand from his pocket, a slim twig of elm, brown and worn, and, waving it at Tim, chanted a quick spell. The bat and the snake and the jellyfish turned instantly back into jerkins with the College crest on them.
âNew boy?â asked Vengeabil.
âYes.â
âName?â
âCartouche.â
Vengeabil, who had been grabbing shirts and jerkins and socks and trousers, paused, looked hard at Sam, and said, âReally?â his eyebrows raised.
âLeave him alone, you,â said Tim. âIâm looking after him, and I donât want him to end up in some dusty storeroom after heâs finished here.â
The jerkin that had been a jellyfish slid across the floor and up Timâs leg, leaving a soggy trail on his trousers.
âOh, Vengeabil, thatâs not good,â he complained.
Vengeabil laughed and gave Sam his uniform, which was mostly just the College jerkin.
Smedge gave him a hand while Tim made a drying off spell that more or less worked, though his shoe was still soggy and squelched when he walked.
âYou need to pay a bit more attention to your work, young Tim,â said Vengeabil. âGood-bye, Master Cartouche. Come back and see me for a chat when you havenât got that idiot with you.â
âI will,â said Sam. He looked at Tim and blushed. âNot that, I mean.â
âThatâs all right,â said Tim. âVengeabil is a dry old fossilââthe storekeeper raised an eyebrow toward the slimy jerkinââbut heâs not far off about me being an idiot.â
âYouâll do,â said Vengeabil. âOff you go.â
They clattered up the stairs.
âIâll show you to our dorm,â said Tim, âand you can get changed.â
âSomeone should teach Vengeabil a lesson,â said Smedge. Sam wondered what sort of lesson he meant, and looked at Smedge. The boyâs face was set with an idea. Sam felt it, and it was as though he had eaten something disagreeable, his stomach protesting. Smedge caught Samâs expression, and his face changed. He smiled broadly.
âYou know. Let him see heâs here to help us, not to throw his weight around.â
âOh, heâs all right,â said Tim. âKnows what heâs doing, really.â He shook his wet foot. âHorrid smell that thingâs left, though. Iâll change my socks while weâre up there.â
âUp thereâ was a dormitory right up at the top of the stairs, with little dormer windows that jutted out like mountain peaks on the roof. Sam felt silly in his new uniform. He didnât like looking like everyone else.
âAre you hungry?â asked Tim.
Sam was.
âIf we wait here for a bit we can go straight to lunch and miss the end of Duddleâs class,â said Tim. He floated up to the roof and perched on a crossbeam.
âWe should go back,â said