Chapter 4: Forging the Hand of a Monster
"Hey, Chris? Can you forge a note from Ron and Daddy Dearest, A.K.A. the Monster?" Jolie asked, stretching out next to Chris on their bed.
"Sure. Lemme get some parchment to write it on." He opened his suitcase digging around for quill and paper.
"Oh, pepperoni! Yum!" Jolina exclaimed upon finding some tucked away in her luggage. She began to munch on them while Chris wrote a note and signed it with Ron's and Harry's signatures.
"Does this look like their writing?" Chris asked a few minutes later. Jolie nodded her approval.
Chris lay down next to Jolina, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"And life is good once more," Jolina sighed happily.
"Damnit, that annoying Stanley guy is coming over again."
"'Scuse me, you two, but there is another bed for you."
"And we care because?" Jolie asked, a sneer creeping onto her face.
Stan walked away, muttering something about 'little brats'. Chris burst out laughing, his blue eyes sparkling. "That guy is way too old to be working here… Oh, and if anyone asks why we're sleeping in the same bed, we have to tell the truth—we feel more comfortable when we're in a bus full of strangers. Otherwise, they'll probably think we're 'getting some', then inform our parents, who probably don't even know we're gone yet!"
Chris glanced down at the fragile form beside him and smiled. "She's already asleep?"
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"Jolie. Jolie, wake up. We're here," Chris murmured softly into Jolie's ear. He grinned as she slowly sat up, stretching like a cat.
Ten minutes later, Sirius opened his front door to find two very disheveled teenagers. "Hello, Chris, Jolina. What're you two doing here?" he asked drowsily.
"Hi, Sirius," they chorused. "Our parents wanted to get rid of us for the next three weeks," Jolina explained.
After searching, Chris brandished the forged note to Sirius. The older man looked it over, then smiled sleepily and ushered them inside.
"Jolina, second on the left. Chris, your room is second on the right. You do know it's three a.m., right?"
"'Night, Sirius," they both called, nodding.
After Sirius returned to his room, Chris and Jolina grinned at each other, sitting down on the velvet couch. They were no longer tired after sleeping on the Knight Bus.
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A/N: We know you're prob'ly thinkin "Omigod, that is soooo friggin short! Can that even be counted as a chapter?!" But we didn't realized until it was already typed up, and we're too lazy to totally re-divide chapters, which would screw up the rest of the story anyway, so we might as well have one REALLY short chapter, and just the rest be kinda short.