Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable names or anything like that...just the strangeness.
Chapter Three: Arriving and Things
The rest of the train ride passed in a blurr. I took James' offer and he sat on the floor and we all ate our delicous treats after the trolly came like happy little children. Besides the occasional talk of Quidditch or Beach activities, however, the ride was quiet, too quiet. My reasons would be people wouldn't want me screaming at insignificant others, and all my ideas and thoughts are pretty good...when they aren't clouded by much at least.
But alas, the silence was broken by the annoying screeching of brakes as the Hogwarts Express pulled into Platform 9 3/4, and left everyone, just like that, to go to "paradise".
"Okay, guys, we will see you in three days. Now, its going to be the beach house in Marseille, France. I live at 2838 Soleil Cresent its a muggle area so don't draw too much attention to yourselves. My parents put many many defenses around so you might have a few problems. Just message us later, ok?" informed Rebecca with ease. Wait. Potter? Not with us for three days? and we are going to the beach in FRANCE? I can hear the halleluia chorus!
"Sirius, stop singing. Yes, I've got it all written down on my hand here. Yes, see you in a few." John said as the others grabbed trunks off the racks. And we were off. I of course had no idea how we were going to get there. A beach house somewhat guarded from You-Know-Who. But I doubt he would use the floo network, and that is the only thing that is blocked besides muggle protection and apparation. But still
None of the annoying Marauders, minus Peter, Plus John. Three days of girl's only fun before our minds are deteriorated by the male speciman. But then how will we get to...oh no!
"Wow, isn't that a car? Can you drive it?" Adair asked Rebecca as we pulled up to an old convertible, blue in color if you must know.
"Of course not! What do you think I am? A muggle? NO! This particular car has certain enchantments like the Knight Bus. Baisically, it knows where to go and Muggles can't see it. Quite Convenient. Anyways, its a long drive and we have to make it today." and we got in the car.
Although the drive was quite enjoyable, it was WAY to long. The country scenery was quite beautiful and I did have time to think about my thoughts of certain enemies. For some reason, my mind wanders to him. STAY ON THE FREAKIN PATH, MIND!
Do I really hate him? I must! I've hated him for six long years of my life. He annoys the hell out of me, and yet...there is something different about him, something mature, something...
"Lily, are you going to get out of the car or what? We are HERE!" and in fact, Amber was right. In front of me was the largest house I had ever seen, apart from Hogwarts. Three whole floors on a sandy hill, the white house glistened in the setting sun. Balconies overlooked the darkening beach. Heaven.
"Okay, we have the living room." Rebecca started on the tour. Although I am against hunting, there were beautiful, yet dead, stuffed animals shot by Rebecca's parents. Huge, comfy couches and chairs sat around a huge fireplace, with a portrait of Rebecca and her family hanging over the mantlepiece. Little trinkets and statues sat in every ex-empty space in the room from EVERYWHERE around the world.
"And if you go through the swinging doors on the left you enter the kitchen." It was magnificent: the entire kitchen was white granite with a worn, wooden table to eat on. The beach was in view of the open window, hopping to catch a breeze. Huge shells sat on top of cabinets and on the window sills, it was amazing.
"The guys have the second floor to themselves and must we really see where they reside?" she said in mock question. "No, our room should be viewed next!" we walked up the many flights of stairs to a floor with three doors on it. "There are two bathrooms and our bedroom. Don't worry, it's a big room." She said, opening the door to a large, white brick walled room. Fuzzy pink rugs sat between four queen sized beds. The room must have had an enlargement charm on it. SILK! SILK BED SHEETS AND PILLOWS! Heaven! And a balconey? NO effing way!
"It's amazing! Thanks for letting us come Rebecca!" rang Adair, Amber, and I.
"Don't thank me. Thank my parents, who should be home any minute. The basement is also open to you guys. It's our entertainment area. We got your standard muggle TV and radio, pool table, bar," Adair raised her eyebrows, "and lots of other stuff."
This summer was going to kick ass, even with Potter.
I woke to nature's call that next morning. The sun was rising as I sat up and stretched. Apparently I was the last to get up. I hate when everyone leaves you sleeping and you wake up thinking you've missed alot. But, I walked down the stairs to where my three friends and Rebecca's parents sat, eating through an omlete breakfast.
"Oh hello Lily dear. I am Mrs. Owens, Rebecca's mother. You can call me Victoria. And this is my husband Oliver. Please help yourself to breakfast. I've heard so much about you. Now tell me, who are Jacquelle, Jade, Sage, and Rachelle?" Rebecca's parents seemed like the clueless type.Rebecca nodded, egging me on to go witht he lies to her parents. I really don't like lying to people I've only known for 3 minutes, but to save the summer, I pretended the guys were girls.
"Just some friends from school. Ravenclaws in our Year. Their really nice and trustworthy." I can suck up when I needed to. Obviously Rebecca couldn't have boys in the house.
"Alright, then. Well, Oliver and I are going to be on a cruise through the Mediterranean and down through to the Florida Keys. Be back in a few weeks."
A short goodbye, but like I care. I mean don't get me wrong...sweetest people. But FREEDOM! We had an empty house with no parental guidence for three days until the guys came. Apparently, Rebecca thought that her parents would take a few days to leave, not minutes.
We decided it would be best to beautify ourselves first. Well, I didn't really care because why would I want to draw James' attention onto me except...
nevermind. So, we tanned, shopped, manicured, shopped, dieted, shopped, and relaxed. We decided to wait on our super dooper mud masks that remove wrinkles and acne for tonight because we didn't have enough packets. And who really does those mask things in the morning? They are much more fun late at night. We really need to go buy more groceries.
But we sat on our lounge chairs on the balconey as the sun went down. And I had the most amazing dreams in which I was searching for a snitch through a field of tulips. There was a plain white stag in the distance, parading around on a hill. It was calming and beautiful.
I woke with a start, the green mud caked on my face. "What was that?" shrieked Amber. Of course, us being silly girls thought it was a robber or Voldemort. But then the front door banged open. We all got up, scampering about until everyone pushed me in the front. Fine guys, I will risk my life and die first. Some friends they are!
The floorboard squeaked eerily. I hate when that happens late at night when you want to be super stealthy. It's like the floor knows when to be most annoying. Then SUDDENLY!
I stubbed my toe. Did I get you suspensed any? Well keep reading, it get's better.
Holding the yelp of pain in my throat, I hobbled down the stairs, stopping only to summon a stick from the end of my wand. Why I didn't just use my wand is beyond my knowing, but Amber, Adair, and Rebecca followed suit. Four shadowy figures were illuminated by the moonlight outside. We were creeping closer when-
"Lumos," came the voice of the shadowy figure. Us females were relieved to see the faces of James, Sirius, Remus, and John, but they weren't so happy to see us in our state.
"Oh My GOD what is HAPPENING!" screamed Sirius at the top of his lungs as he jumped into Johns arms. He could have possibly woken all of France AND Spain.
"What do you mean?" I asked, smiling, completely unaware that I was covered in a face mask. Man, this would look pretty lame to an onlooker...and there were four of those.
"What is that on your face?" asked James, inquirring the Miricle Mud.
It was our turn to scream and run for the hills. And by hill, I mean up the stairs to Rebecca's enlarged room. Luckily, we were all witches and swipped the green mud off with a wave of our wands.
As morning came, we awoke with clean, shinning faces. Rebecca had helped the guys after we were calmed down by our midnight scare and they now resided on floor number two, between our floor and the kitchen area.
And although I am happy that some of the male specimen are here, I must remind you of how much I hate James Potter... I hate him. That's pretty much all there is to it! But strangely, during breakfast. Actually it was mid banana bite while that annoying silverware clatter filled the room when James asked for a private word. It went something like this...
"Uh, Lily, can I talk to you privatly?" clatter clatter, spoon and fork drop.
Sigh, "I suppose so. Be right back, Becca. Make sure no one eats my banana!" clatter, mumble, stool screech, footsteps.
"This is alright I guess. We won't be overheard in this awkward conversation." Awkward conversation? James has a way with words.
"Potter, if you are trying to snog me before noon, forget it. You can snog me in no time of day unless I come willingly. And I won't. Don't get your hopes up."
"Poo. Well actually I was going to ask you." he shuts the door "If you will please lay off my back on this trip." It's dark in here.
"Excuse moi? What is this?" Man, its kind of cramped in here. I'm kind of close to James' muscular body. His nice- what am I thinking about? Back to earth please, Lily!
"I mean like the shouting, name calling, arguing. Everything. Let's just act like civilized human beings for the next two months and we should act like friends. We don't want to ruin everyone else's summer. At least call me James and not Potter."
This was a big step in the race of um. humanity. The timeline of life. The entire world might change with this one simple move. Thousands of lives turned by one simple move. Explosions in China! Volcanic eruptions in Hawaii! Earthquake in Japan! Here goes nothing.
"Alright, James. But can we please get out of this stuffy closet?"
That's it for the third. Sorry it sucked but I need to sleep...so anyways... I'm sad and in love with these books! but chapter four I've got planned something really really AWESOME. And it involves alot more of Girl and Boy fun. Ok... you might think that sounds a little dirty, but you will be surprised.
Anyways, review por favor. More next week.
Au revoir!
allie
DEATHLY HALLOWS FABULOUS QUOTE OF THE CHAPTER
But before [Uncle Bilius went loopy he was the life and soul of the party," said Fred. "He used to down an entire bottle of firewhisky, then run onto the dance floor, hoist up his robes, and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his—"
"Yes, he sounds a real charmer," said Hermione, while Harry roared with laughter.
"Never married, for some reason," said Ron.
