Chapter 10 (Sugababes - Denial)
Dream guy. I think that every girl should have a perfect guy, she dreams of and someday, when they actually meet, the dream becomes reality.
It was Thursday. Me and Peyton used to call it T-day, because it was the day when we laughed for no reason, cracked jokes and flirted with guys. It was just this ideal day, when we acted like we wanted, did things, with no regrets, properly living our lives. So, yeah, my 'T-day' started like it should, with packing.
Well the packing is not the appropriate word, for what I was doing. I was packing with my wand and I wasn't actually very crafty at it. The beginner's luck is so overrated, it happens to about 10 per cent of all incredibly lucky people. My room looked like an atomic bomb had just landed in, announcing third war. My mum entered my battlefield, when all the sox were flying through the sky, from one side of the room to the other and well, the other cloths were somewhat in the trunk. Not really in it, on halfway emerging there, they ended up on my bed and mum looked astonished. Then the slightest bit of that 'oh-so-gone-away' luck came to me, when she announced: "I'll do this and you do, what you do best. Dress yourself, to look absolutely charming!"
I ran at my heroine and hugged her with joy.
"You know, you're the best, right?"
"Oh, go already! I'm not going to listen to this silliness and we really have just an hour left."
"Okay, mum. Just be careful around those glassy things, they might broke."
As I left my mum with my trunk to pack, I went to bathroom. 'How about black skirt and silver shirt? No, to dark. Maybe turquoise top and casual black jeans, to not reveal too much legs? That'll do. Casual, but sexy, with the top radiating positive energy, they'll just have to love me.'
A half an hour later, I was standing on the road before the Leaky Cauldron and my mum was standing beside me with my trunk in one hand and her handbag in the other. I never knew how she managed to put so many things in one poor little handbag, but now I understood. Magic. It solves it all, right? You just wave your hand and here you go...
"TAXI!" someone yelled right from behind me and I froze. 'Are you familiar, with the feeling, when excitement runs down your spine, when you are angry or just surprised…' I slowly turned around and lifted up my head, '…or when you are attracted to someone?' I was looking into someone's eyes. They were some really strange colour. Maybe they were blue or grey, or they might as well have been silver. I had no idea. I just knew that, when I looked into those eyes, time stopped running. I wasn't the only one, who was staring, because he was staring right back at me. The moment lasted, until the limousine stopped in front of us, the window opened and the driver asked: "Mr. Malfoy, we're in a hurry, the train is leaving in 25 minutes and it's that time of the day, when people drive to their job, so there might be a traffic jam in the center, where you're headed."
"Sure, Jack. Can you get the trunk and I'll make myself comfortable. Oh, one more thing. I think that this lady here and of course her lovely mother are heading our way, would you mind taking their luggage and pack them into the boot?"
"With all due respect, Mr. Malfoy, or what was it, I may look lost, but I think I can come to the train station by myself and I do not need one fancy limousine, to drive me there. And if I wanted one, I'd order it myself. Now, Jack, if you'd be so kind and leave the luggage to me."
My mum watched me as I grabbed the trunk and drove it to the telephone box. I looked into the telephone directory and found the number for taxi. I called and asked the central to be quick, because I must be at the train station in 20 minutes. By the time I came back to stand beside my mum, so called Mr. Malfoy was siting in his limmo. He opened the window and asked: "Can I ask you one last question, before I go, and I promise it's not some nasty question or anything bad?"
"Sure."
"Do you have a name, Miss?"
"Yes, I have a name and I think you've just used your amount of questions, directed to me for today. Goodbye, Mr. Malfoy."
The answer never came, just his astonished face and some kind of smirk in replay. Seconds later he was already at the end of the street in his 'oh, so fancy limmo'. Like I care, how wealthy he is.
But ten minutes later, I was cursing, because my stupidity brought me there, where I still stood after amazingly long ten minutes, probably the longest in my life. 'I can't believe that people actually wait for taxi.' My mum was looking at me with that look, which says: "You put yourself into trouble, you get us out of it."
"Mum, I'm sorry, but you always taught me to not get into the car with strangers and here we are. Now just tell me you've got the solution, because otherwise I'm in deep shit."
"Oh, honey. It's not that bad as it seems. We just have to ask Weasleys, maybe they'll let us go with them, or we use the emergency option, we apparate."
"Okay, let's just apparate, we don't have enough time to go through the whole 'Weasley thing'."
"Right. So, take my hand in one hand and your trunk in the other. Today is different then last time, we have some luggage and it'll be hard to concentrate, so don't bother me with anything, is that clear?"
"Clear like the sunny sky. Now go."
In one moment we were here in next we were in the deserted toilette on the train station and I felt really, really sick. I hate the consequences of the apparition, once upon a time I thought a hangover was a bad state to be in.
Five minutes before eleven I was breaking through the wall with my trunk, four minutes before the train left my mum broke through it. We said goodbye to each other. If you didn't know, my mum wasn't coming with me. It was my job and my mum had her's at home. We made a plan to send each other letters with my newest pet – pigeon, to spend winter vacation together at home and to see each other in Hogsmeade every once in a while. So, two minutes before the train set off for Hogwarts, I hugged my mum for the last time and kissed her on both cheeks.
"You'll be okay, honey. Just don't worry too much, do what you do best and make some new friends. And when you feel lonely, just know, that I'm here and that I love you, with all my heart."
"Thanks, mum. And of course, I love you more."
Another kiss for my mum and I ran with my trunk to the last door, standing on the highest step, waving my hand one last time, looking into my mother's eyes and then deep in thought I opened a door and bumped into a body.
