"I really hope this strike ends soon," said David, as he paced their now
barren living room. He held Rachel's Hogwarts acceptance letter in front of
his face, and continued pacing until Rebecca put a box in front of him by
accident and he tripped over it. "OOF!" he said, then picked himself up and
looked at Rachel "you know, this is all just really bad timing bubbela, I
mean, why did the owls have to strike now? But don't worry, we'll get it
in."
((Okay, author explaining time! The owls are on strike. I know you are saying, but what does that have to do with our fair heroine? Let me tell you. Trans-Atlantic owls are built for long flights. Witches and wizards in the ASPCA decided that it wasn't right to force owls not trained for that kind of thing to have to fly across oceans. SO, the Trans-Atlantic Owl Corporation was born. These owls were big strong types, who flew across the oceans. They even have their own union! Which was why they were having trouble. They wanted higher pay, and were on strike, so no mail could be sent across the ocean))
The strike lifted, and Rachel and her family did manage to send out that owl ((which now cost them five knuts more)), but they were all a bit worried that it was a bit late. Anyway, the day they had to leave dawned bright and clear. They all dressed like Muggles, since they would be leaving from B.W.I. (( Baltimore Washington International airport smart one!)) an airport packed with Muggles. Rachel and Rebecca checked the locking spells on their suitcases, and gave them to David to carry. Rebecca, much to Rachel's dismay, had transfigured Presto Allegro and his cage into the book James and the Giant Peach so she could have some on flight reading material. Rachel had purchased most of her Hogwarts books earlier, in the Wizarding section of Washington D.C., and had put bright covers on them to hide the titles. These and some other gadgets were tossed into a tote bag as her carry on item. They stepped into the lobby so they could take a ministry car to the airport. ((yes, they are taking a car. What would people think if they just appeared on the plane?)) They stopped in the lobby so Darla could sign their name out of the large book on her receptionist desk. She dipped her burgundy quill in the red ink and swirled it around before she signed all their names under the "checked out" section with a flourish. Then she choked. At first Rachel thought she had swallowed her gum, but then she pulled out a box of tissues and blew her nose with a loud honk. She stood up and walked out from behind her desk.
"Oh! I'm so sad to see all y'all leaving me here!" Another sob, Darla tried to wipe her eyes but had to stop before she blinded herself with her nails. "I'm gonna miss y'all so much. Even little Rachie!" She leaned over and gave Rachel's cheek a squeeze, then gave Rachel a hug. Rachel almost suffocated due to the near to overpowering mix of perfume and WAY too much hair spray. Then Darla straightened up, and gave Rebecca a quick informal hug. Finally, she walked over to David, who, in order to be polite, put their luggage on the floor. Darla leaned over, and gave him a hug, but it lasted longer then both of the hugs she had given the girls in the family. Rachel soon found out why. Darla was kissing David! She had latched on like a parasite and wouldn't let go. Rebecca got the weirdest look on her face, then tapped Darla on the shoulder. Darla ignored her. Finally, Rebecca just wedged herself between the two and stared at Darla with the strangest look on her face. David was very red, even if you didn't count the lipstick smeared all over his face and his glasses were askew. He seemed to be trying to breathe again. Rebecca turned on Darla,
"What do you think you are doing? Man-handling my husband like that. My HUSBAND to whom I have been HAPPILY married for FIFTEEN YEARS! Right David?"
David was still trying to force air into his lungs. Rebecca glared at him.
"RIGHT David?"
David managed to speak this time "Yes, yes of course dear, 15 happy years. Come on Rachel, we don't want to miss the plane."
He bent over and picked up their suitcases and they walked to the door. On the way there, David remarked "I have to admit though, Becca dear, she was a pretty good kisser"
Rebecca glared at him. Rachel couldn't help giggling however, when they reached the ashtray right outside the door, and David leaned over, and spit some chewing gum out of his mouth. He hadn't had any gum that morning.
R/R! Okay....you might not understand that last sentence, but just think about it for a while. Sooner or later it will hit you like a ton of bricks......but i just couldn't resist!
((Okay, author explaining time! The owls are on strike. I know you are saying, but what does that have to do with our fair heroine? Let me tell you. Trans-Atlantic owls are built for long flights. Witches and wizards in the ASPCA decided that it wasn't right to force owls not trained for that kind of thing to have to fly across oceans. SO, the Trans-Atlantic Owl Corporation was born. These owls were big strong types, who flew across the oceans. They even have their own union! Which was why they were having trouble. They wanted higher pay, and were on strike, so no mail could be sent across the ocean))
The strike lifted, and Rachel and her family did manage to send out that owl ((which now cost them five knuts more)), but they were all a bit worried that it was a bit late. Anyway, the day they had to leave dawned bright and clear. They all dressed like Muggles, since they would be leaving from B.W.I. (( Baltimore Washington International airport smart one!)) an airport packed with Muggles. Rachel and Rebecca checked the locking spells on their suitcases, and gave them to David to carry. Rebecca, much to Rachel's dismay, had transfigured Presto Allegro and his cage into the book James and the Giant Peach so she could have some on flight reading material. Rachel had purchased most of her Hogwarts books earlier, in the Wizarding section of Washington D.C., and had put bright covers on them to hide the titles. These and some other gadgets were tossed into a tote bag as her carry on item. They stepped into the lobby so they could take a ministry car to the airport. ((yes, they are taking a car. What would people think if they just appeared on the plane?)) They stopped in the lobby so Darla could sign their name out of the large book on her receptionist desk. She dipped her burgundy quill in the red ink and swirled it around before she signed all their names under the "checked out" section with a flourish. Then she choked. At first Rachel thought she had swallowed her gum, but then she pulled out a box of tissues and blew her nose with a loud honk. She stood up and walked out from behind her desk.
"Oh! I'm so sad to see all y'all leaving me here!" Another sob, Darla tried to wipe her eyes but had to stop before she blinded herself with her nails. "I'm gonna miss y'all so much. Even little Rachie!" She leaned over and gave Rachel's cheek a squeeze, then gave Rachel a hug. Rachel almost suffocated due to the near to overpowering mix of perfume and WAY too much hair spray. Then Darla straightened up, and gave Rebecca a quick informal hug. Finally, she walked over to David, who, in order to be polite, put their luggage on the floor. Darla leaned over, and gave him a hug, but it lasted longer then both of the hugs she had given the girls in the family. Rachel soon found out why. Darla was kissing David! She had latched on like a parasite and wouldn't let go. Rebecca got the weirdest look on her face, then tapped Darla on the shoulder. Darla ignored her. Finally, Rebecca just wedged herself between the two and stared at Darla with the strangest look on her face. David was very red, even if you didn't count the lipstick smeared all over his face and his glasses were askew. He seemed to be trying to breathe again. Rebecca turned on Darla,
"What do you think you are doing? Man-handling my husband like that. My HUSBAND to whom I have been HAPPILY married for FIFTEEN YEARS! Right David?"
David was still trying to force air into his lungs. Rebecca glared at him.
"RIGHT David?"
David managed to speak this time "Yes, yes of course dear, 15 happy years. Come on Rachel, we don't want to miss the plane."
He bent over and picked up their suitcases and they walked to the door. On the way there, David remarked "I have to admit though, Becca dear, she was a pretty good kisser"
Rebecca glared at him. Rachel couldn't help giggling however, when they reached the ashtray right outside the door, and David leaned over, and spit some chewing gum out of his mouth. He hadn't had any gum that morning.
R/R! Okay....you might not understand that last sentence, but just think about it for a while. Sooner or later it will hit you like a ton of bricks......but i just couldn't resist!