Fantastic Folds and How to Fold Them
Fantastic Folds and How to Fold Them
By Superfolder Guillermo
by Angus Twigger
We’ll, first of all, I just want to say that the use of me recording everything happening, is none other than this, if people of the future ever wonder what happened here, now they don’t have to ask their grandparents or search things all over the old and crappy newspapers, they can just come here, and read this.
As you were able to see on the picture of the newspaper I’ve included, yesterday there had been another attack, yes, this wasn’t the first one, not at all.
We’ve been having these ever since the school term started, over in September,
when all was happy and no problems existed, back when Mrs Eagle delivered the news of something most impressive of her creativity.
She basically told us all that our tenth school year was going to get a whole lot more interesting, she was going to take this year’s academic lessons and mix them up with Harry Potter things.
I remember she left us flabbergasted, we had absolutely no idea what would happen to us then and, quite frankly neither do we now, but at least we have more or less a mild idea of what’s going on, except for, as I said before, this vandalism.
THE SORTING CEREMONY
By data files dating 2 months before the events collected by Angus Twigger.
“Dude, stop! Put my pencil case down, man!” Tim Baker shouted, while William held on to it and was passing the pencil case from one boy to another.
Let’s just say this, it may just look to you that Tim Baker was being bullied, he was not. The boy was unique though, he had some peculiar likes and with them, some dislikes a well.
Let me say that his reputation precedes him. He doesn’t know it because he’s too good for that. He exceeded his expectations in almost every subject: Maths, Physics, History, Art (he took art for a reason even though Mr. Dominguez is really hard on people, he thinks all of us are artists or something… Oh well) and Biology most of all.
He’s an expert in animals, the way the body works, from how the ecosystem interacts with each of the beings that live in it to the exciting yet complicated world of DNA and how it duplicates itself through RNA, he can tell you all of that and you couldn’t understand a word he’s saying.
He’s the best and he doesn’t know it, not that he needs to know or anything, but it wouldn’t hurt him.
On the other hand, even though his lack of defects on the academic side, he is shy as heck.
We figure he’s just like that, no one’s doing him any harm as far as we know.
I’m way out of my field here, but I think it’s just genetics, the way he lowers his head, like trying to avoid everyone’s look.
He normally sits alone at lunch, and doesn’t talk to anyone unless being talked to, and even if that happens he just mutters words fast to end the sentence before he has to show his face to the guy he’s talking to.
Taking apart all that, as I said, they were not bullying him, the second those guys turned their backs, Tim would just get their pencil cases and hide them, and after that they would all have a laugh about it, no revenge or anything, just peace.
And that would’ve been exactly what would’ve happened, if Alastor Bismark hadn’t failed to catch the pencil case in mid-air, and it hadn’t fallen down the window into a void of never-ending grey clouds.
Tim looked at Henry, and then back at Alastor. I would’ve said it was the first time he actually looked at anyone at all.
“What. Have you just. Done?” Tim said. Again, this behavior was new to everybody.
Alastor came closer to Tim, who backed away.
“Dude,”Alastor said,” it’s OK. I’ll pay for it”. Putting his hand on Tim’s shoulder.
That just seemed to lighten up the mood, because I could hear some cackles, those were interrupted by Mrs. Eagle, who came in. So it was time for a “save yourself”, as long the teacher didn’t see you standing when she came in, you hadn’t been up between classes, and if you were seen, well, shame on you, boy.
Anyway, the Chemistry teacher, who a week before had told us about her literally magic plans, just started emptying a bag.
I don’t know about the others, but I was looking at the bag, it just said “Powerpuff Girls.”
“Dude, what the-” I started, but the teacher saw my face and she just said, “Oh don’t mind that, it’s just the.. Cat”.
I guess she had seen my face again. Oh well.
“I’m kidding, that’s a Harry Potter quote,” Mrs Eagle explained, “The real reason I have this is because my daughter told me to bring it because she liked it”.
I just smiled and nodded because I literally had no idea what she was talking about, and I didn’t get the Harry Potter reference either.
That’s when the magic happened, Mrs Eagle pulled a sorting hat out of the bag, filled, as we could see, will colored papers like the Hogwarts houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin
Mrs. Eagle then got another thing out of the bag, no idea what it was and I wouldn’t have guessed it.”This is an origami professor McGonagall, or, as I prefer to call her, McGonafold.” She turned her voice into a professor McGonagall tone, “Now you will proceed to my desk when I call out your name, you will reach in with your hand to the bottom of the hat, and pull a piece of colored paper out. The color of the paper represents the house you will be in.
So first on the list we have… Alice Adams.”
Alice, who was a really smart girl, (I’d say the smartest if not for Tim) never doubted to get up as soon as the teacher said her name, she was always saying how many times she had read her Harry Potter books and how much she was loving this upcoming series, Fantastic Beasts. But I guess that it wasn’t enough to compensate for embarrassing yourself by going to the front of the class in front of everyone, but she did it anyway.
She got up and reached the teachers desk, where the hat lay.
McGonafold: Now reach inside….
And so she did, she got a piece of paper and pulled it out.
Mrs. Eagle (in a sorting hat voice) : Ravenclaw!!!
(Everyone agreed that Mrs. Eagle doing that was the most disturbing thing of the week.)
Alice Adams returned to her desk with her blue paper.
“Tim Baker.” The teacher said. And that made everybody quiet as Tim got up and did as Alice had done before.
I could see Tim was blushing as he returned to his seat, he hadn’t liked being looked at by everybody at all.
The sorting ceremony continued for the rest of the hour or so ( I got Gryffindor by the way).
William sighed and he looked annoyingly at Mrs. Eagle. Then he went back to his place and looked into the green paper he had been given, as if there was something wrong with it, which was not the case, I could tell he would’ve liked to be a Gryffindor, only because all his friends were there, and he was the only one who was in a different house.
Then he stopped, I think if was because he thought it was a stupid paper anyway, this wouldn’t change anything.
“Good, I see we’re all sorted, now-” She stopped, Lucas had dropped his pen and it crawled all the way under Bridget’s desk, he had to stand up and get it.
“Now,“ she continued, “Use these color papers to fold,” She stopped again.
Lucas held his finger high up, on top of it was his yellow paper.
Lucas: Yer a wizard Harry.
Everyone laughed, but something told me Mrs. Eagle would not tolerate this kind of behavior.
PASTA, MEATBALLS AND CHEESE.
By Tim Baker.
I didn’t feel like writing this chapter, mostly because I’m not a good writer, I’m not kidding when I say English is the subject I’m worst at. Mr. Brown, our English teacher is the only one who complains about me using the same words over and over in a test, but what can I really do? I don’t know how to use the proper pre-made phrases, and even sometimes I seem to be doing OK but then at the end of the sentence I say the wrong cranberry.
Anyways, Mrs Eagle dismissed us after saying a few more things.
It’s been two months since that happened, I’d say the house points are doing rather fine, taking into account I got sorted into Hufflepuff, where the most hardworking people meet.
And about Chemistry classes, I don’t want this to be a year where some chemistry class is dedicated to Harry Potter crafts, I like it, but it’s not the reason I get up every morning. I want to learn chemistry like a normal student without worrying what “Hogwarts house” I’m in or how many points we have, just good old chemistry.
While there are others that immediately sprang up and got the idea of making finger puppets from the Wizarding World (I don’t know where they got the ideas though), some others shared my thoughts, and started to plan moves to end this madness. That or, people who hadn’t chosen chemistry this year now wish they had, especially those who loved the series because who wouldn’t like getting sorted into a house at school and be able to make puppets?
No matter to me, I just learnt to pass.
“Alright guys, Biology’s over! Grab your sheets and remember to learn them before your next assessment.” Mr Scott finished.
Everyone packed their bags, including me. And I just headed out of the class after waiting for the first people to go, you never want to get crammed in a line full of people in Ilkley Grammar, let me tell you that.
I exited the classroom and, carrying all of my stuff as I could, headed for my locker.
Unfortunately, a girl was sprinting so fast she kind of pushed me and all of my stuff fell, dropped to the ground. That made her turn her head back to look at what she had done.
” Oh gosh, I’m so sorry…!” She started, I realised she probably didn’t know my name, did anyone?
“Tim, Tim Baker,” I helped her out.
” Yeah… So sorry Tim, I’ll help you out”.
She grabbed some notebooks and handed them out to me.
“I’m Heather Harrington, by the way” She stated.
“Yeah, I know.”I said,” You’re the one on the student protection council, I hear you’re running for president.”
“Yes, I am… ”
The conversation was getting way too embarrassing.
“Which house did you get sorted into, just to know?” She said.
“Hufflepuff… How did you know?” I asked. I didn’t know her from anything really, and yet she knew what class I was in.
“You were walking out of the science building.” She stated.
“Oh yeah… Well, how about you? I’m not sure if I like this new school theme.”
“Why not? It’s awesome, brings a little more joy don’t you think? Anyways, I have to go, see ya Tim Baker.” She said, picking up the last books. “And I’m a Hufflepuff too, so don’t make us lose points”.
“Don’t worry I won’t. ” I answered.
She left in the completely different direction, while I went to the lunch room.
When I say lunch room, it’s because it’s not like any other canteen. The walls are painted light red, giving it a good light. The tables also have a very nice disposition; they are round and can hold up to 8 people each, although that’s no good to me, because I always sit alone.
I made it to the line of people waiting to be served. The good thing about this school is that there are two lines, one for baguettes, sandwiches, and pre-cooked stuff, you know what I mean, and this other one where there’s hot food, there’s always pasta for some reason, like if it was universally known that everyone likes pasta, which may not be true, but hey, don’t judge me! That’s what the school thinks!
I always get in the second line for some reason, nothing special, I guess I went there the first day and made it normal.
The queue was very packed today, lots of students were there, from years 10 and 11, the younger people ate in another ” lunch room”.
Henry was there, laughing it up with Alastor, who was wearing these weird, colorful glasses upside down.
They were really noticeable since they were always at the center of everything.
“Dude, are you the last in line?” This guy I’ve never met before comes to me.
” Cheers,” He says, and stays behind me waiting in line too. I thought that was it, but he continues, “You know, I’ve never wanted to eat this pasta they serve here, not enough salt, you know? that’s why I always go to the other queue, this time I actually changed my mind, I say, why not give it a try, you know?”
He was looking at me, expecting an answer I wasn’t able to give, I didn’t understand a word in what he just said.
“Yeah, sure, I agree” I answered, hoping this would do the trick. This guy seemed a little long winded.
“Hey! Boy! I’m talking to you!”
I glanced at who was talking to me, it was the lunch lady. I hadn’t realised the line had moved so much in the last minute, and now she was mad!
“Emm, yeah, sorry” I said looking down, I was too afraid to look at her in the face. “Whadoyouwant?” She literally said.
“Erm, I’ll have pasta, meatballs and cheese please.” I noted.
The lunch lady started serving the food on a plate.
“Cheese, love?” She said all of a sudden.
(Why would she ask me if I want cheese on my pasta, I just said, and I quote, pasta-meatballs-and cheese) I thought to myself, but I realised I was thinking out loud so now I had to deal with the consequences.
“Do you want it or not?” She spat angrily.
Once served, I fast-walked to an empty table and sat in a chair, smelling the freshly made Pasta and meatballs.
One of the interesting things about this school is the fact that there’s a TV in the lunchroom, it’s right against the wall, a modern, big TV, so everyone in the area can see it, showing the school news, and I just happened to be sitting right in front of it
And that’s when I realised what was really happening.
” – and now, back to the most recent news, yesterday, the mysterious vandaliser struck again, only this time, the results were worse than the previous two.
School Walkways have been painted, walls too, gates opened by force and very expensive computers have been stolen.
The vandaliser is still unknown, but, if you happen to suspect anything about someone, tell the staff, the school is at risk.
The school material is very prized and important, together, we can stop this.”
After that, the news channel turned off, and I started paying more attention to my meatballs n’ cheese for which I had fought a lot to earn.
Then I started thinking, if school material, I mean REALLY GOOD school material had been stolen, how long could it be until worse is done? How long cound the school economy hold until it went bankrupt? I mean, what would the school do without material for studying or for-
” Dude, this pasta is really spicy” The guy from the line freely sat at my table, “Oh wait, mind if I sit with you? It’s just, I have no one to talk with, my itinerary is for economics, and for some reason every guy from my economics class brings their own lunches from home, so yeah, I’m alone here.”
“Yeah, I suppose so.” I answered to his never- ending monologue.
“Oh wait, you’re from science then!” He looked surprised. ” You’re one of those wizards”.
” Wizards?” I asked
” Yeah, word spreads out quickly, that teacher, Mrs Eagle, she sorted you all into houses so you could team up for some more points at the end of the school year.” He smiled as he ended the sentence. That made me uncomfortable, I just wanted to leave, ” The thing is, some of you guys have started making Harry Potter origami puppets, what does that make the rest of us? Muggles? “
I got up.
” Umm it’s good to talk, but I need to leave now, you know, assembly soon.”
“Sure… I’m Trevor Hallard,” He stood up and extended his arm so I could shake his hand.
I shaked it. ” Tim Baker” I said.
ASSEMBLY AND MORE BAD NEWS
By Tim Baker.
” You all know why you are here, you’ve seen it in the school newspaper, you’ve seen it one the school TV, and now you are going to hear it again”.
The headteacher went into this really long speech about what’s right and what’s wrong, and how the situation could really harm the school. Not so much to make it close, but yes indeed to make the teaching system less efficient and discourage the school board and even student’s parents from letting their children come here.
“-and that is why we need YOUR collaboration in this matter, thanks to you, we might be able to put a stop to this and make the school great again.
The school material is very prized and important, together, we can stop this.”
I finished saying that sentence too in perfect syncro under my breath, I knew that sentence from memory by then.
“Now, let’s welcome the student protection council, who have volunteered to do everything they can to find the vandaliser and put a stop to all of this-”
“OH boy, they make it sound like it’s a true catastrophy or something, I think this is fun.” A voice behind me said.
I turned around and saw Alastor with his upside-down sunglasses (in the middle of the auditorium, but he didn’t care, no one was gonna tell him anything anyways, he would just say he has eyesight problem or something).
Henry was encouraging him by laughing, it was always one or the other.
” Hey, Alastor SHUT UP!!!” Alice Adams shot at them, and that made them both stop laughing, but once they got a glimpse of her face, they started all over again.
“Guys, stop, really, this is serious” Kevin Harrington stated.
I’m sure the teachers had noticed, but I guess they weren’t going to draw all the attention to Henry and Alastor, that would’ve been what they wanted.
I didn’t know what was going on when everyone around me started cheering and clapping, and at first I thought someone had interrupted the speech, but I realized everyone was looking at the stage.
Anna Leach had just appeared at the stage, and saying hello with the use of her hand, waving, she came closer to the microphone located at the center, along with the headteacher.
” Good afternoon fellow students, I’m Anna Leach, and I have just been elected leader of the student protection council, and I’m so proud of that.
As promised by any leader, I will help end this vandalism, and I can say I’ve already started on the case, and I’ve found the first clue to solving this mystery.
First we must ask ourselves this question: When did all of this start? When did something else also start? Does it have to do with anything? “
The crowd turned silent, I couldn’t tell if it was because they were astonished by what she was saying, or because they hadn’t understood a word she just said.
” Around the same date our beloved Mrs. Eagle decided to make this school year Harry Potter themed, this guy starts painting everything and stealing. Is it really a coincidence? Or is it a plot to destroy the school’s economy as we know it? Think about it!”
Everyone started to mumble and whisper between them.
While all this time I had thought that the Magical World Mrs. Eagle had created was bad for students overall, I was sure that even though that was true, it had no relation whatsoever to what this vandaliser was doing. The people who liked making Harry Potter origami or even Mrs. Eagle had nothing to do and therefore didn’t deserve this.
” – so we contacted one of our very best students to help us on the case, Cassius De Nogaret.” Anna Leach ended.
“Yes, I do believe it’s quite an honor If I may say, of course, they thought I was the best for the case. Since I don’t study science, I’m not connected to anything or anyone that has to do with this whole new mess, and will do my job right.”
The whole auditorium started clapping, I could not believe this was happening.
Poor Mrs Eagle, who was just trying to get us all to have fun in a difficult year, was now being, in a way, framed for all the vandalism, no matter what I had thought before, I could not let her take the blame.
” Thank you, the pleasure is all mine” Cassius said between all the cheers and claps.
THE LEAST EXPECTED
By Tim Baker.
“This is an outrage, it’s a scandal!” Lucas was telling with his origami Hagrid while we made our exit out of the auditorium.
(As far as I knew, he was the only one who had made an origami version of a character)
The Bell rang. And students were running down the stairs pushing and stepping over everybody. I had to hold on to anything I could so I didn’t get run over. And luckily, I made it through the stampede in one piece.
I was close to leaving the school for good for one day, but it seemed like Heather Harrington had other plans.
“Hey, Tim!” She exclaimed, ” Have you heard what they said in the assembly?”
I was about to lower my head as I usually did when I started talking, but something just wasn’t right.
“More like what you guys said,” I said in a low voice, and I immediately regretted it as soon as I said it.
“What do you mean?” Heather asked.
” Weren’t you one of the student protection council leaders?” I asked, rhetorically.
“That’s what I was about to talk to you about, that doesn’t mean I agree with the decision. I told you before, I liked how this was going”
I always get too embarrassed when a conversation takes this long, I didn’t want people getting funny ideas.
“What do you mean?”
“I think, seeing as you have changed your mind a bit, that we should put a stop to it”
“You mean catch the real culprit?” I asked.
” Exactly, and defend Mrs Eagles Wizarding Folds, that’s how it’s called, but before that we’re going to need a team, we can’t just figure this out on our own.” Heather explained.
I gave it a quick thought, maybe that was just the thing that would encourage me enough to get to socialise more, be more ‘normal’.
“I think I might know a guy.”
By Tim Baker.
“Dude, I did not expect this, you want ME to help you catch this dude who happens to be an expert in stealing stuff from a well guarded school?! Do you think I’m a superhero or something?” Trevor Hallard asked.
“We were thinking about the same thing, but then I realized that it was either this, or Mrs. Eagles creativity, and I wasn’t gonna let that choice fall into Anna Leach and the rest of the student protection council.” Heather explained.
“Oh, you are asking my help for something I couldn’t care less about… You know that I don’t care if your ‘Wizarding World’ gets destroyed, I don’t know if you noticed, I don’t take chemistry.” Trevor answered back.
” I can’t believe this, Tim, is this the guy that you said would like to help us out?”
“I’m just noticing how you make it seem as if you didn’t care, yet you have a piece of Origami hanging out from your pocket” I noticed, and said, quietly “A Harry Potter character, perhaps?”
“Alright, no more lies” Trevor got the origami out, and we could all see it looked like Jacob Kowalski, the muggle from ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.’ “I’ve always liked Harry Potter, but like muggles, I didn’t get to choose between getting sorted into a house or not, it was just luck. So, I wanted to participate or at least take part in something, so I created an origami puppet of Jacob Kowalski, a muggle.”
” But why him?” Heather asked.
” Well, I wasn’t going to make an origami Dudley, was I?”
“You got me, how do we stop this?” Trevor asked.
I looked at Heather, who started talking.
“We’ve know the Vandiliser strikes every six days, next time it strikes will be on the 16th of November, next Friday.
Tim and I doubt he strikes in the morning, or right after school, so I bet he waits until nightfall, that’s when we get him.”
I noticed Heather was folding a piece of paper while talking.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“If we are gonna stop this guy, we have to do this along with what we are defending, origami. Behold OriTina Goldstein”
“I guess that only leaves me with one option, Newt Scamander”.
“I don’t believe you’re going to fold something” Trevor said.
“Any other options?”
“But what do we do until nightfall ?” Trevor asked “I will have to make up an excuse of something for my parents”
I showed them my phone, cinema schedule on the front screen.
“Any of you would like to see ‘The Crimes of Grindelwald’ Friday night?”.
By Tim Baker
” Are you kidding? This popcorn is much more expensive than the one they sell in Leeds, it’s 5 bucks a handful!” Trevor said in shock.
” You wanna go all the way to Leeds for cheaper popcorn? ” Heather asked rhetorically.
We sat down on the seats of the Ilkley Cinema, exhausted because we just had to bargain for a discount on our drinks after spending 15 bucks on popcorn, we failed, we didn’t get the discount.
” Get in your dang seats already!!!” The popcorn dude said.
“That was good wasn’t it?” Trevor started, after leaving the cinema after the movie ended. ” I mean at first it was great but then it turned into a little bit boring, but in the end, It got my hopes up and, personally, didn’t disappoint”.
“Alright, what time is it, Tim?” Heather asked.
“It’s half-past six.” I said, looking at the clock. “I don’t think we’ll make it,” I looked behind the buildings, “But I think we can cut through the woods”.
“How far is it?” She asked.
The school was about five minutes away from there, but we could get there before if we cut through the trees.
“Won’t be long!” I said ” Let’s go!”
We ran all the way to the first trees, and beyond.
“Gosh, this is so dark.” I thought to myself, I’m sure the others were thinking about the same things.
We hadn’t thought about that at first. Now we couldn’t see anything, I didn’t want to realise it, but we were lost.
“Yep, we’re lost,” I said.
“Oh, thanks Tim, didn’t notice.” Trevor said.
“Do you hear that? Heather asked, “It sounds like spray paint.”
“I hear it too, it’s coming from right there,” Trevor agreed, pointing in a direction.
Better than anything I think, because we followed the trail the sound left, and it brought us to a hill, not too high up. Under it, the school entrance.
Then we saw where the noise was coming from, a kid was trying to climb the school fences, it was now or never.
“Stop right there!” Heather said.
The boy let himself down from the fence and turned around and looked at us, I had never seen him before. He looked scared.
“I promise, I didn’t do anything, well, I did, but he told me to.” He started muttering.
“What do you mean?” I asked, right when a paper airplane landed right next to me, I looked down and opened it, completely. There lay what looked like an origami Credence, from the movie we had just seen. It also contained a note:
All of us did, and right when we did, another voice started talking.
“Funny, isn’t it?” The voice said, it was coming from the forest we just came out of.
The owner of the voice finally came out of the shadows, none other than Cassius De nogaret, the one assigned by the student defense, was up the hill, holding, if my eyes weren’t deceiving me, an origami Grindelwald.
“Funny, isn’t it, the only way to not let anyone catch you, is to become that very detective they needed.” He said, almost philosophically, ” It’s hard to like magic, but be excluded from it just because you didn’t choose a subject, you can’t understand. The only way to avenge yourself is to put an end to the ‘wizards’. If you cannot join them, you destroy them, so I let Mrs Eagle take the blame.”
” Yeah well, we caught you, as soon as we turn you in, the blame will be taken away” Heather said, making sure he heard her.
” Maybe, but who will believe you three, against my word? It would seem like you are trying so hard to defend the teacher, that you are blaming the very detective.” He answered.
“No need for believing anybody” Someone else said, coming from behind Cassius – “We heard you”.
Anna Leach and some of the student protection council members said, standing behind him- ” We overheard you were trying to find the culprit, so we heard about your plan and decided to follow you” she finished. ” Tomorrow we will see how this ends”.
By Heather Harrington
After that, basically we went to our houses and finished anything we had to do. I, at least, went to sleep, tomorrow was going to be a big day.
As soon as I woke up, I went as fast as I could to school, we had assembly first thing in the morning.
“Good morning fellow students of IGS school.
Yesterday, the culprit for these recent attacks was found, although, he was not the one we expected him to be,” Anna Leach said, “Thanks to the work of your classmates Tim Baker, Heather Harrington and Trevor Hallard, we now know the cause had been Cassius De Nogaret, the student assigned detective for this case, acting through another kid, feeling pressured, Howard Morgan.
In light of recent events, we have decided to change a few things.” She got out an origami Serafina Piquery
“First of all, seeing as the Wizarding World recently created has no blame to take, I and the rest of the council have decided to make it universal, and with it, the student protection council shall be now known as the Ministry of Folders, any new threat will answer to us.”
Everyone clapped, I held out my OriTina Goldstein and looked at it, I hope everything continues to be like this.
By Tim Baker.
I might have disagreed with this at first, but seeing as we’re going to have this Wizarding World ( or should I call it Wizarding Fold) thing, I might as well start making an origami puppet, just like the rest.
That day, after school, in honor of celebration, I got some orange, blue and gold paper and folded Newt Scafolder, my new puppet. I figured he represented me well.
To be continued…..