PART 18

The private jet glistened under the peach sky with dormant volcanoes as a magnificent backdrop. The morning chill kept the chaps from slumbering. The MisMen were ready to spin out of their super-outfits, back into their marginally less super-selves. Their real selves were arguably more super, even if they did say so themselves.

But before they did that they had to get rid of The Fly Trap.

"So," said James to The Fly Trap. "It was nice meeting you and that, but…"

"I think we should see other heroooeess!" The Fly Trap ran around the museum.

The Mismen superspun back into themselves and boarded the plane.

"I wonder where Fletcher is," said Sirius, playing with the massage function on his seat.

"I thought he'd be in here," said James.

"He must have gone home without us. Let's leave."

The magical engines began to roar. The plane rolled across the car park, crushing a few cars. A chance look out the window, there was Fletcher now! He was running after the plane, shouting and waving.

Shishi hit the brakes. SCREEEEECH. The chaps fell off their seats.

Fletcher came panting inside, removing his coat.

"I was," Pant, pant, "hiding, or... something? I heard… fighting? Where were you during all that stuff I only heard but didn't witness?"

He collapsed in a seat.

"Uhm we were just trying to contact local aurors," said James.. "The stuff we heard, but didn't witness."

Then he turned to his fellow mismen and they whispered: "He doesn't suspect a thing!"

And Fletcher turned to his brown coat and whispered: "They don't suspect a thing!"

Then they asked each other: "Who are you talking to?"

And they replied: "Um nobody."

Sirius blurted: "It was my aunt! She has dance fever!"

Then he turned to Remus: "You're right. That is stressful."

Then Remus found the chair remote control to Sirius's seat and pressed the button that made it fold over.

The plane took off. The chaps watched the magnificent sky view, and some Death Eaters trying to escape a dragon pit full of vicious dragons that their plane had crashed in.

After a while Remus began to fiddle with the stone. Fletcher yanked it from him.

"I'll take that!"
James yanked it from Fletcher.

"You are so not. This belongs to us."

Fletcher was a little peeved, he just thought it was unfair to be left out like this while the other chaps declared the stone theirs.

"I feel like I should have it," he said.

On top of Sirius's folded seat, his legs were kicking around, and he was muffling something. So Remus pressed the button on the remote that made the chair fold out again.

"We don't," said Sirius when he was properly seated.

"It's what Slughorn wanted," said Fletcher.

"He wanted you to find it, not to have it."

"Why did he want me to find it, if not to have it?"

"Look, it's obviously all the same to him who finds it and has it"

"This stone is really poweful," said James. "Your frail soul couldn't handle it."

"And your souls can?" said Fletcher. "You're posh, what do you need an alchemic stone for!"

"I'm not posh."

"Yes you are!"

"My parents are…upper working class."

"They are ambassadors, nothing working class about that," said Sirius

"They work and they have class. Working class."

"You, my friend, are a toff in denial."

"I don't care. The point is that this stone is bad for weak souls."

"Oh, let the toff decide what is bad for the rest of us!" Fletcher huffed. "The toffs with all the gold say that gold is bad!"
"A toff with gold knows gold," said Sirius.

"If you think gold is bad, why do you need to make gold?"

"I never said I thought gold was bad or haven't had thoughts of experimenting with immortality."

"Since we can't decide who should have it, we should give it to Dumbledore," said Remus.

"Does that sound fair to you, Fletcher?" Sirius asked. "We'll enjoy a lavish luxury holiday in Florence, and then we'll give it to Dumbledore!"

After first experimenting with it.

"Can we at least take turns with it first?" Fletcher asked.

Now there was something they could all agree on. They didn't know what the weather was in Italy this time of year. Even so, they could already hear the opera and smell the espresso.

XXX

EPIC LOG

Florence.

"Florence sure is nice, isn't it?" Fletcher asked.

"It sure is!" the other's agreed.

Fin.