Chris Brown. My little brother. Ted Starling. Nick Jonas.

Anyone of those guys would be more than welcome to pull the mysteriously realistic disguise of Ian Kabra off. But no, fate just seems to hate me. I suddenly wished I was wearing jeans instead of the short jean skirt, from the up-down look Ian was giving me. He didn't look so bad himself. Jet black hair was falling over his eyes stylishly, almond shaped dark eyes, perfect smile. Add expensive looking black pants and a crème colored button down, and you had an Ian Kabra original.

I made myself look away and looked at the other four people. One of them was Natalie Kabra, wearing a satin blouse and a fake smile- not surprising, I thought, remembering the Deathly Hallows incident. She was talking to a man wearing a navy blue suit with black hair slicked off his forehead and a oily looking goatee. Next to them stood two ladies wearing neat navy blue dresses and grandmotherly looks. All three of them had a crest tailored onto their uniforms resembling a K. The man was the first to speak.

"Velcome, Meese Caheel," he said in a thick Bulgarian accent. "Ve are delighted to be hosteeng you dureeng your stay een London. I am Edgar Strat. Please call me Edgar. Theese is Marilyn and Tonya. They vill tend to your every needs vile you are here. Now, let us go eenside."

He turned and walked inside, with Marilyn and Tonya at his heel. Natalie paused before she went in and said, "A pleasure to have you staying here, Amy."

I could hear the malice in her voice, and had to use all my willpower to not roll my eyes at her. I just smiled and nodded. Then Natalie went inside.

It was just me and Ian.

Still smirking, he said, "Fancy meeting you here, love. Long time no see!" I gritted my teeth in anger. Dang it, it wasn't an imposter. Only Ian Kabra could say something like that after losing the 39 clues to Dan and me. He still managed to get on my nerves.

"Yes, odd that we meet here, isn't it?" I said as maturely as I could. "And I'd prefer you don't call me love, Ian. You see, I don't like it when people lie like that." His carefully composed smirk disappeared for a second- into what? - but came back just as quickly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Amy. Slip of the tongue. Shall we head inside?" I didn't want to go inside with him, but I didn't know where I was staying, so I just followed him in.

My breathe would probably have been taken away by the grand furniture and expensive china in the room, but I was busy on concentrating not to trip over anything or do something that might embarrass myself. My stuttering might have faded away, but my clumsiness hadn't faded into anything.

Ian led me up a white marble staircase that seemed to go on forever. "You might've invested in an elevator instead of all that furniture," I muttered, huffing and puffing. Ian, who was probably used to climbing up these, turned away and smiled. I don't think he meant for me to see it, but I did anyway.

Seeing him smile made butterflies flutter furiously in my stomach. I wished he would always smile like- wait, what am I saying? I am so over Ian Kabra. He was just a childhood crush who broke my heart…

We walked down the hall in silence and he stopped at a door. He opened it and I looked inside. In the snow white carpeted room there was a large, canopied, comfy looking bed with silk bed sheets, a neat little desk, a sofa with a tv across from it, and a door that I assumed led to the bathroom. But it was the view that caught my eye. I sighed, "Oh!" and rushed as fast as I could without actually running to the window.

It was a huge window, taking up about half the wall. The sky was a icey, light blue without a cloud in the sky. There were about a million pathways criss-crossing each other. Their were more flowers than the front yard back there. Fountains, ponds, willowy trees, streams, benches- it was gorgeous.

Ian strode over to where I was standing and looked out, too. He glanced at me, and smiled over my amazement. "Nice, isn't it?" he asked.

"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," I said sincerely. He laughed.

"Yes, but don't tell Natalie that, she hates competition." I laughed along with him, then we stood there in silence. Almost like two civil people, just laughing and talking as though they were good friends.

Almost.

When I turned to tell him this, I realized he was gone. I was so mesmerized by the backyard I didn't even notice. I closed the door and just watched the backyard for sometime, till I heard a knock on the door. I assumed it was Paul, coming with my luggage, so I called, "Come in!" But of course, it wasn't Paul.

Instead, a teenage boy looking around my age came in. He was handsome, like Ian, but in a different way. He- why did I even compare him to Ian? I think I'm going insane.

Anyways, the boy had sandy brown hair and dark blue eyes. He was tall and fit. He looked around, sighed, and said, "This isn't the kitchen, is it?"

He had an American accent, like me. I laughed.

"No, it's not the kitchen," I agreed. He smiled and rolled his eyes.

"I've been trying to find the kitchen this whole afternoon. I'm Jake, by the way." He looked at me and his eyes widened. "Oh, you're Amy Cahill! Ian said someone else was visiting, but he didn't bother to say who."

I grinned. "That was nice of him. So, are you just visiting London, too?" "Sort of," he said. "The Kabras are an old family friend, and my parents are kind of in Australia right now. So while they get to hang with the koalas, I stay here in London and go to college."

I laughed. Jake did, too. Maybe London did have cute boys, after all? "Well, I better go- I'm still on the search for the kitchen." I said farewell, even though I didn't really want him to go.

"See you around," he said. "You too," I said shyly. Then I sat on the bed and gazed out the window.