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"The first step towards getting somewhere is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are"
Joe bravely took a seat, a nineteen year old, and all alone, her parents were heading home with her sister, Jennifer, now. Her mom would start dinner while her dad turned on the Sunday race. Her sister would put in her favorite horror movie. A lump rose in her throat, as she buried her face in her hands. Joe hated flying to begin with, but she now had no father's hands to hold.
"Bonjour" a soft French voice spoke. Joe looked up, there was a petite women standing there, she had a black bag and a beautiful purse. "Is that seat taken?" the girl asked, her voice held a slight French accent, but other than that, she was very American in speech.
Joe shook her head, and pulled hr legs in. She sat down and sighed. "I am Madelyn Pierre, what is your name?" she questioned, "Josephine Adams" Joe replied.
"Pretty name" Madelyn graciously smiled.
"Thanks" Joe gave a wet smile.
"If I may ask, what is the matter?" Madelyn asked.
"Oh, nothing, just miss my parents. Don't you miss yours" Joe asked.
"I do not have parents to miss" Madelyn replied softly.
"Good morning ladies, can I offer you something to drink?" a red-haired waitress asked
"May I have a coke" Joe asked.
"Ice tea, if you can please" Madelyn spoke.
Dusk had fallen and they entered the three hour of their flight. Pillows and blankets were brought down as the lights dimmed.
Joe closed her eyes and didn't open them, till a hand was tugging at hers.
"Joe…..Josephine…..wake up" a voice whispered into her ear. Joe smacked the person, in the nose.
The voice let out a long string of curses in French.
"Mad?" Joe yawned.
"Come on" Madelyn whispered.
"What?" Joe hissed, not wanting to take her seat belt off.
"There are bad people on this plane" Mad hissed, picking up her bag and purse.
"Get your bag" she said, before walking up to the front.
Joe followed quietly, Madelyn slid open the cock pit door; there were half dozen men, all masked and robes in black. "Madelyn Pierre, I hope your stay has been pleasant" a smooth voice said from under the mask of one the people who are "bad".
All of the robed figures pulled out long sticks as did Madelyn. Joe stood in the shadows, watching. "And you've brought a muggle to watch how pleasant" another said. Madelyn uttered a small curse and one of the men went ridged and fell over into a fellow man. Jets of colored light flew.
Green, red, blue, black, white.
A haze of green smoke filled the room as Madelyn slammed into Joe and placed a cloth of her mouth.
After a few minutes, the smoke started to clear; the men lied all over the cock pit. Madelyn walked over to a small closet and pulled out a drunken-looking captioned. Mad uttered another long Latin word and the man's eyes became less foggy. "Are you alright sir?"
He nodded his head at me and she stood up. "Come on, we are going to land soon"
Joe was lost for words. "I'll explain everything in London" Madelyn pulled the speechless girl to her seat as the caption's voice came over the speaker.
"The plane is about to descend, please fasten your seatbelts…"