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After returning home, things got both more frantic and calmer around Toby's house. He finally caught sight of his mother, who somehow seemed to be equal parts hyper and asleep at the same time as she ran downstairs carrying the largest suitcase Toby had ever seen... with her eyes closed. He'd had to catch her as she missed the last step, stumbling into him.

"Thanks honey, that was almost bad," she said, giving him a swift kiss on the cheek before she hurried back upstairs.

His father meanwhile had migrated outside to the family's dark four door sedan to load bags. It was a bit beat up, having been theirs for a number of years, but it should be able to get them to the airport, after which it would be left in Toby's, hopefully, capable hands.

Toby himself was currently residing in the kitchen as he fulfilled his quest to eat a piece of toast with some jelly smeared on one side. He didn't think that his parents had enough bags to get them through an entire month long vacation, but he'd wished they wouldn't have any problems so surely the magic would come through for them, and him, in the end.

Finishing off his last bite of toast, and washing it down with a quick glass of juice, he heard his mom footsteps coming down the stairs again, this time with her purse slung over her shoulder, "Come on honey, we have to go now or all the good seats will be taken."

Toby could only smile at his mother's childish joy at the prospect of a vacation as he followed her out of the house, locking the door behind him.

What Tony's parents, in their hurried pace, and Toby, in the afterglow of discovering a magical ring, forgot was that it was impossible to drive all the way to the airport, and for Toby to drive back to school, all before morning bell at 8 o'clock.

So that meant Toby walked into the school much closer to 10 o'clock to even be considered a bit late.

"Dammit, I wish that I wasn't so late!" He aid, sprinting down the hallway towards his first class, even if he was late, at least he could try and explain the problem, not that Mr. Durnham would care.

As he came around the corner right beside the History classroom, he saw the clock overhead read nearly 9 o'clock instead of 10.

"Well great, the other clock must have been broke. At least I've only missed an hour now, but I'll have an extra hour to sit through of Mr. Durnham glaring at me for being late," Toby muttered to himself as he paused for a moment in front of the closed door to catch his breath. It was too much to hope that his teacher wouldn't notice he was sneaking into the class.

Catching his breath, he tried to open the door, only for the handle to resist him. Oh great, he locked the door, so now I'll have to knock and the whole class will see me get chewed out. Biting the proverbial bullet, Toby knocked on the door three times and waited.

The voice inside the room immediately stopped, and he heard the soft tapping of Mr. Durnham's shoes on the linoleum floor as the door was pulled open in front of him to reveal the full jowls of Mr. Durnham set in an annoyed frown and his beady eyes glaring directly into Toby's soul.

"Ahh, Mr. Stavros, how kind of you to join us on this beautiful day," Mr. Durnham said, turning away from Toby as the boy sheepishly followed him inside.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Durnham I just-" Toby's excuse was cut short by Mr. Durnham turning around to send another withering glare at him.

"I don't care what your excuse is young man, you are late to my class! However, since you seem so ready to try and get out of punishment for your tardiness, I shall give you an out. The class was just studying on the various guilds of Europe during the Middle Ages. Since you seem to think you don't need to learn about them, perhaps you can give an example of these guilds that has been used in much more recent popular culture, just as an assistant to your more lacking classmates."

Mr. Durnham's voice was like a blanketing of ice, giving Toby nowhere to run to escape while putting him on edge. In fact, were it not for the fact that Toby was pretty sure it was a question designed for such occasions, Toby would've felt singled out.

"But sir, we were-" A young girl in the second row spoke up only to be silence by the now trademarked stare of Mr. Durnham as his eyes locked on to her like a searchlight.

"Uhm, well, um-" Toby stuttered as Mr. Durnham rolled his eyes.

"If all you can say is 'um' and 'well', then maybe this question is bit too much for your simplistic brain as well, Mr. Stavros. Maybe next time you won't be so late for my class," Mr. Durnham sounded almost smug at tripping up Toby.

"I wish I could put him in his place!" Toby snarled under his breath as a surge of anger billowed up inside of him.

"What was that Mr. Stavros? Surely you weren't talking back to your teacher," Mr. Durnham said as Toby turned to face him directly, his face taking on a much more Grecian appearance considering his face looked like one chiseled from stone.

"I said, one such instance of the Middle Age guilds being referenced is in Disney's Sleeping Beauty, wherein the king and queen have a baby and invite everyone to attend a party in honor of the occasion, and all the guests bring gifts for the newborn princess Aurora. Everyone, that is except Maleficent, whom was not invited. My point being that Maleficent is stated as being from a separate faction, or guild, to the three 'good' fairies. By inviting the three good fairies, but not Maleficent, it shows favoritism, and would considered highly insulting towards Maleficent, who at the time hadn't done anything wrong. It would be akin to inviting everyone except your sister to your wedding, petty and insulting, which is exactly how Maleficent took it, so she gatecrashes and curses the young princess. The politically correct thing for the king and/or queen to have done would've been to either not invite any of the fairies or to invite all of them," Toby said, his face not showing an ounce of emotion throughout his answer.

Mr. Durnham just stared at him, his mouth open and his eyes wide, an expression shared by the rest of the class. However, he recovered quickly as he stood up, still staring Toby down.

"Well, I believe you can be excused for the rest of the class since you seem to have a much more thorough understanding of the subject material than your fellow classmates," Mr. Durnham said, sounding almost proud as his eyes washed over Toby before returning to their withering stare as he looked over the classroom, "And before I hear one complaint out of any of you, if you would like to join Mr. Stavros outside of the class, you are welcome to come up here and try to give another example."

Toby wisely chose that moment to slip back out of the classroom, amid the low mutters and and irritated glares being sent his way, courtesy of his fellow classmates.

However, one such classmate was looking at Toby with neither irritation nor jealousy. Mainly because he had two black eyes, and a pounding headache from the pummeling he took last night at the party he tried to ruin. But Kevin Scott knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he'd spotted the familiar gold and emerald ring perched on Toby's finger while he'd given his response.

Kevin was already planning a way to get that ring on his own finger as his eyes returned to the open book in front of him on their current subject matter, 'The Effect World War 2 Had on Turning America Into a Superpower'.