The next day was sunny with the strong air-con blowing cold air everywhere in Olivia's room. Olivia opened one of her eyes and closed the white curtains and went back to a drowsy sleep. At the feet of the bed was a trunk with a wand, some spare Hogwarts robes and scarves in it. Olivia believed that the trunk will come in use somehow if Hogwarts really existed. Olivia knew this was silly, but it was just a deep thought of hers.
Olivia woke up by the shrill voice of Kelly and heavy running footsteps in the room corridor. Olivia sighed, brush her teeth and hair, and pulled on a black coat. She pinned up the hair at the side (as usual) and walked out of her room. Kelly runned around stupidly in the corridor.
"What is it?" asked Olivia, rubbing her eyes.
"Mom and dad's leaving London! They're going to New York for something!" squealed Kelly. Olivia stared. She shook her head out of her trance and rushed down the stairs in the kitchen where Mr Swael was sipping coffee and Mrs Swael making bacon and eggs.
"Is it true? You're leaving London for New York?" asked Olivia.
"Sit down dear." said Mr Swael, pointing at the seat across the table from him.
"Is it true?" repeated Olivia, beginning to be irritated by the heavy footsteps at the second level with Kelly running around like a mad girl.
"I'm afraid so," said Mr Swael calmly. "You see, the boss of the company I'm working at now find me very good at work. So he planned to send me to New York to start a merchandise company there. I've decided to bring Jewel (that's Mrs Swael) along with me."
"What?!" piped Olivia. "What about me and Kelly?! Who'll be taking care of us?!"
"We thought you were matured enough to take care of yourself and Kelly." said Mrs Swael, finally talking.
"When are you coming back?" asked Olivia.
"I'm afraid to say that it's a permanent job I'm going to have in New York. But we will be back in the Summer holidays only." said Mr Swael.
"How about Christmas? How about all the other holidays?" asked Olivia, feeling tears leaking.
"No, no. It's a bit sad, I must say.."
"You can't go!" squealed Olivia, tears dangling from her eyelids.
"I must, it's a big deal, dear."
"YOU CAN'T!" screamed Olivia, tears finally dropping. Mrs Swael looked behind her. She hugged Olivia, kissing her on the cheek.
"We will send you letters, or emails." said Mrs Swael.
"But it's better if you talk to us face to face than expressing everything on a dumb email or letter!" piped a sulky voice. Kelly was on the oak staircase, crying like mad.
There was silence and Kelly and Olivia wiped away their tears, sniffing softly.
"When are you leaving?" asked Kelly.
"Tomorrow, it's rushing us." answered Mr Swael. "I hope you don't feel rushed too."
Olivia and Kelly stared at each other. Tomorrow? Time was short and they didn't have enough time to interact the last few hours they had with their parents.
Olivia woke up by the shrill voice of Kelly and heavy running footsteps in the room corridor. Olivia sighed, brush her teeth and hair, and pulled on a black coat. She pinned up the hair at the side (as usual) and walked out of her room. Kelly runned around stupidly in the corridor.
"What is it?" asked Olivia, rubbing her eyes.
"Mom and dad's leaving London! They're going to New York for something!" squealed Kelly. Olivia stared. She shook her head out of her trance and rushed down the stairs in the kitchen where Mr Swael was sipping coffee and Mrs Swael making bacon and eggs.
"Is it true? You're leaving London for New York?" asked Olivia.
"Sit down dear." said Mr Swael, pointing at the seat across the table from him.
"Is it true?" repeated Olivia, beginning to be irritated by the heavy footsteps at the second level with Kelly running around like a mad girl.
"I'm afraid so," said Mr Swael calmly. "You see, the boss of the company I'm working at now find me very good at work. So he planned to send me to New York to start a merchandise company there. I've decided to bring Jewel (that's Mrs Swael) along with me."
"What?!" piped Olivia. "What about me and Kelly?! Who'll be taking care of us?!"
"We thought you were matured enough to take care of yourself and Kelly." said Mrs Swael, finally talking.
"When are you coming back?" asked Olivia.
"I'm afraid to say that it's a permanent job I'm going to have in New York. But we will be back in the Summer holidays only." said Mr Swael.
"How about Christmas? How about all the other holidays?" asked Olivia, feeling tears leaking.
"No, no. It's a bit sad, I must say.."
"You can't go!" squealed Olivia, tears dangling from her eyelids.
"I must, it's a big deal, dear."
"YOU CAN'T!" screamed Olivia, tears finally dropping. Mrs Swael looked behind her. She hugged Olivia, kissing her on the cheek.
"We will send you letters, or emails." said Mrs Swael.
"But it's better if you talk to us face to face than expressing everything on a dumb email or letter!" piped a sulky voice. Kelly was on the oak staircase, crying like mad.
There was silence and Kelly and Olivia wiped away their tears, sniffing softly.
"When are you leaving?" asked Kelly.
"Tomorrow, it's rushing us." answered Mr Swael. "I hope you don't feel rushed too."
Olivia and Kelly stared at each other. Tomorrow? Time was short and they didn't have enough time to interact the last few hours they had with their parents.