In unity, they pushed the beds onto the lift, despite of all the screaming coming from their respected elders.
Suddenly, a bright flash of light blinded everyone in Charlie's house and before their eyes appeared what seemed to be two aliens. Their appearance looked so bad; Charlie had the urge to vomit.
'M-m-m-master, it didn't w-w-w-work!' said the short fat person, stumbling over almost every word he spoke.
'Shut up, Wormtail. I know it didn't work. We'll just have to eat them, perhaps,' his master replied with an evil smile, 'The house seems pretty good for us, after all. It's in ruins, and it's very beautiful and obsolete.'
The elders couldn't bear the silence anymore. 'We're doomed!' said Grandma Josephine.
'Look what you brought to us!' yelled Grandpa Joe to no one in particular.
'Look, we're probably just dreaming,' said Charlie calmly, 'Let's just poke them with their sticks and maybe something more exciting will happen.'
'We're holding sticks?' said Wormtail, astonished, 'What sticks?'
'Wormtail, do I have a stick around me, perhaps?'
A revelation came to Wormtail, and he worded out his suspicion, 'Not really? Perhaps it's something precious to us.'
'We're in grave danger, Wormtail! We must get out of here at once, before they take away our sticks and poke us with them!'
A long silence befell them as no one said anything.
'What are they, you know, talking about?' Charlie whispered to Grandpa Joe.
'No idea', Grandpa Joe whispered back.
'Well then, shall we try the method of poking them with their sticks?' announced Charlie with satisfaction and bravery.
'No!' roared Wormtail's master, 'We will not let you take away our sticks!'
Trying to stay as calm as possible, Charlie walked up to them and took the stick in Wormtail's hands. Immediately, Wormtail's master shouted, 'Avada Kedavra!'
'What's that mean?' asked Charlie curiously and looked at the stick with wonder, 'Avada Kedavra.'
