The Trip, the Hotel, and the Boy
The Spinnet's all pile into their van, and set off towards town. They arrive, and grab their bags out of the trunk. The 4 people load their entire luggage onto a dolly and make their way to the nearest pub. Which of course, is where the other magical folks of the town got together and have drinks with one another. They entered the small dingy building and walked out the back. The back of the building was quite small, a few trashcans were there, and in one corner, stood a tall, but young looking man. He had dirty blonde hair, and crystal blue eyes, and a light sprinkling of freckles on his nose. In his hand, was a dark blue duffel bag, a tag on the side read "Damien R. Klein" Alicia reads the name tag and looks up at him, he almost looked like Oliver, except Oliver had brown hair, and more less freckles. Alicia had studied them in the pictures, Ollie ((Her nick name for him)) had 23 freckles across his nose, just like this young man had, but there atleast twice the amount. Donald and Diane rolled the dolly into the small street, and walked over to "Damien".
"Is this where the portkey is young man?"
Her father asked.
"Yes Sir it is."
Replied the young man, he had a friendly voice, but it wasn't deep like her father's. Alicia suspected he was around 18 or 19 years old, out of Hogwarts already for sure.
Great!
Replied Donald, Alicia looked him over and shrugged, he wasn't as good looking as Oliver, but he was all right.
"So..What time is it?"
Alicia asked, looking at her dad.
"Oh.It's 10:59."
Alicia turned around and looked at Damien, who had just pushed his sleeve back over his watch and smiles politely.
"Er. Thanks.. I guess."
The young man flashes a bright smile and Alicia quirks an eyebrow.
"No problem!"
"Leeeeeeft"
Alicia mumbles under her breath, she gets a sharp elbow into her rib by Diane. Geeze that woman has sharp elbows.
((A/N. "leeeeeft" is a joke b/w me and some friends.. its kinda like when Dr. Evil off of Austin Powers said "riiiiight" but instead of right, it's left..*nodnod*))
"Well..Come on everyone, it's almost 11 o'clock. We better get ready."
The other 4 of them nod to Donald, and all grab onto an old ice skate, from the looks of it, it used to be white, but was now a dull brown from dust, and the blade looked like it had been chewed off. Anywho.. Everyone else takes hold of the skate, Donald with a firm hand on the dolly holding their entire luggage, Alicia stands in between Damien and Jodie, Diane stands on the side of Jodie, and Donald in between Damien and Diane. ((A/N * doesn't know why shut put all these "d" names in the fic *)) All of a sudden, they all feel a sudden jerk, and the ground seems to have disappeared beneath them. Alicia was used to traveling this way; she had done so many times. Like when she and the quidditch team, with their previous seeker, Adam Boles, had all traveled to see the Quidditch World Cup when she was in her 3rd year. The 7 kids had traveled by portkey, using an old muddy dog bone. Then, they all land on the ground with a loud "thud". Alicia rubs her knees where the pressure had hit badly, and stretches, cracking her knuckles.
"Here we are!"
Said Jodie, as Diane helped Donald pick up all of their luggage which had fallen from the dolly when they landed.
"Yes Jo. We know."
Alicia chuckled at her own poetic phrase, and picks up her duffel bag, throwing it across her chest.
"Where to Dad?"
"Uh.. There's the hotel we'll be staying at. Up there."
Donald says, pointing to a very large, and a very beautiful building. Alicia nodded, and headed towards the hotel, leaving the other Spinnets behind. Damien was no where to be seen. "Hopefully he let go or something" Alicia thought to herself, a slight grin on her face.
Alicia stepped into the building, which was ironically named: Beau Bâtiment, meaning "Beautiful Building, in French. Alicia tilted her head back, staring up into her reflection, the ceiling reflecting everything with it's mirrors.
"This is SO cool!"
Alicia walked to the front desk.
"Bonjour Madame. And welcome to our fine French facilities!"
A tall man, with pale skin, and a thin black mustache that curled at the ends, bows to her.
"Um.. Yeah, thanks! Can I have the key to the room reserved for Spinnet, Donald?"
"Of course Madame. 'ere you are."
The man hands Alicia a shiny silver key, with the number 629 carved on the side.
"Thankyou!"
Alicia starts to rush up the stairs, when the man at the desk claps his hands loudly, and a young man, who looks to be Alicia's age, runs up to her. He has curly black hair that comes down to his ears, and very pale blue eyes, his skin is also a milky color, like the man at the front desk. He was wearing black dress pants, and a dark gray turtleneck sweater. Alicia's jaw dropped, he was, if possible, better looking than Oliver.
"Miss?"
He asked, his voice barely tinted with a French accent.
Hm?
Alicia closed her mouth, and shakes her head.
"I mean, what?"
"Would you like me to take your bag for you?"
He holds out a hand to take the bag from her.
"Oh. Uh, sure."
She shrugs, and takes the bag off, and hands it to him. He smiles and takes the bag. The two of them get into the elevator, along with an elderly couple.
"So.. What's your name?"
Alicia asks, examining the buttons inside the elevator, trying to figure out what the words in French stand for.
"My name is Matthew Barret. But everyone just calls me Matt. And you?"
"I'm Alicia, Alicia Spinnet. But everyone calls me Ali."
"Nice to meet you Ali"
He smiled again, and Ali nodded.
"Likewise."
The bell in the elevator "binged" and the number at the top read "6". The two stepped off the elevator, and headed to the room.
"So how old are you?"
Matt asked, tucking some of his hair behind an ear, to reveal a diamond stud.
"I'm 16. Almost 17. What about you?"
"Oh, I've been 17 for two months."
"Cool."
The two stop in front of the hotel room, room 629. Alicia puts in the key, and turns it, she opens the door, and looks around. It was a suite. On the visible place, was the most luxorious living room Alicia had every seen. Shiny white leather couches her in the center of the room, a glass coffee table sat in front of it. A quite large television set sat in front of the couch. A mini fridge, microwave, and sink was in the other corner. Alicia stepped into the room and takes off her sandals, tossing them in a box marked "Souliers" which Ali supposed meant "shoes" and steps onto the soft white carpet.
"Wow. This is awesome!"
She turns around to face Matt, and reaches her hand out for her bag, he hands it to her.
"Thankyou for bringing my bag."
He nods.
"Your welcome."
Matt turns, and walks out of the room, leaving Alicia alone, she closes the door, and walks off to explore the rest of the room.
The Spinnet's all pile into their van, and set off towards town. They arrive, and grab their bags out of the trunk. The 4 people load their entire luggage onto a dolly and make their way to the nearest pub. Which of course, is where the other magical folks of the town got together and have drinks with one another. They entered the small dingy building and walked out the back. The back of the building was quite small, a few trashcans were there, and in one corner, stood a tall, but young looking man. He had dirty blonde hair, and crystal blue eyes, and a light sprinkling of freckles on his nose. In his hand, was a dark blue duffel bag, a tag on the side read "Damien R. Klein" Alicia reads the name tag and looks up at him, he almost looked like Oliver, except Oliver had brown hair, and more less freckles. Alicia had studied them in the pictures, Ollie ((Her nick name for him)) had 23 freckles across his nose, just like this young man had, but there atleast twice the amount. Donald and Diane rolled the dolly into the small street, and walked over to "Damien".
"Is this where the portkey is young man?"
Her father asked.
"Yes Sir it is."
Replied the young man, he had a friendly voice, but it wasn't deep like her father's. Alicia suspected he was around 18 or 19 years old, out of Hogwarts already for sure.
Great!
Replied Donald, Alicia looked him over and shrugged, he wasn't as good looking as Oliver, but he was all right.
"So..What time is it?"
Alicia asked, looking at her dad.
"Oh.It's 10:59."
Alicia turned around and looked at Damien, who had just pushed his sleeve back over his watch and smiles politely.
"Er. Thanks.. I guess."
The young man flashes a bright smile and Alicia quirks an eyebrow.
"No problem!"
"Leeeeeeft"
Alicia mumbles under her breath, she gets a sharp elbow into her rib by Diane. Geeze that woman has sharp elbows.
((A/N. "leeeeeft" is a joke b/w me and some friends.. its kinda like when Dr. Evil off of Austin Powers said "riiiiight" but instead of right, it's left..*nodnod*))
"Well..Come on everyone, it's almost 11 o'clock. We better get ready."
The other 4 of them nod to Donald, and all grab onto an old ice skate, from the looks of it, it used to be white, but was now a dull brown from dust, and the blade looked like it had been chewed off. Anywho.. Everyone else takes hold of the skate, Donald with a firm hand on the dolly holding their entire luggage, Alicia stands in between Damien and Jodie, Diane stands on the side of Jodie, and Donald in between Damien and Diane. ((A/N * doesn't know why shut put all these "d" names in the fic *)) All of a sudden, they all feel a sudden jerk, and the ground seems to have disappeared beneath them. Alicia was used to traveling this way; she had done so many times. Like when she and the quidditch team, with their previous seeker, Adam Boles, had all traveled to see the Quidditch World Cup when she was in her 3rd year. The 7 kids had traveled by portkey, using an old muddy dog bone. Then, they all land on the ground with a loud "thud". Alicia rubs her knees where the pressure had hit badly, and stretches, cracking her knuckles.
"Here we are!"
Said Jodie, as Diane helped Donald pick up all of their luggage which had fallen from the dolly when they landed.
"Yes Jo. We know."
Alicia chuckled at her own poetic phrase, and picks up her duffel bag, throwing it across her chest.
"Where to Dad?"
"Uh.. There's the hotel we'll be staying at. Up there."
Donald says, pointing to a very large, and a very beautiful building. Alicia nodded, and headed towards the hotel, leaving the other Spinnets behind. Damien was no where to be seen. "Hopefully he let go or something" Alicia thought to herself, a slight grin on her face.
Alicia stepped into the building, which was ironically named: Beau Bâtiment, meaning "Beautiful Building, in French. Alicia tilted her head back, staring up into her reflection, the ceiling reflecting everything with it's mirrors.
"This is SO cool!"
Alicia walked to the front desk.
"Bonjour Madame. And welcome to our fine French facilities!"
A tall man, with pale skin, and a thin black mustache that curled at the ends, bows to her.
"Um.. Yeah, thanks! Can I have the key to the room reserved for Spinnet, Donald?"
"Of course Madame. 'ere you are."
The man hands Alicia a shiny silver key, with the number 629 carved on the side.
"Thankyou!"
Alicia starts to rush up the stairs, when the man at the desk claps his hands loudly, and a young man, who looks to be Alicia's age, runs up to her. He has curly black hair that comes down to his ears, and very pale blue eyes, his skin is also a milky color, like the man at the front desk. He was wearing black dress pants, and a dark gray turtleneck sweater. Alicia's jaw dropped, he was, if possible, better looking than Oliver.
"Miss?"
He asked, his voice barely tinted with a French accent.
Hm?
Alicia closed her mouth, and shakes her head.
"I mean, what?"
"Would you like me to take your bag for you?"
He holds out a hand to take the bag from her.
"Oh. Uh, sure."
She shrugs, and takes the bag off, and hands it to him. He smiles and takes the bag. The two of them get into the elevator, along with an elderly couple.
"So.. What's your name?"
Alicia asks, examining the buttons inside the elevator, trying to figure out what the words in French stand for.
"My name is Matthew Barret. But everyone just calls me Matt. And you?"
"I'm Alicia, Alicia Spinnet. But everyone calls me Ali."
"Nice to meet you Ali"
He smiled again, and Ali nodded.
"Likewise."
The bell in the elevator "binged" and the number at the top read "6". The two stepped off the elevator, and headed to the room.
"So how old are you?"
Matt asked, tucking some of his hair behind an ear, to reveal a diamond stud.
"I'm 16. Almost 17. What about you?"
"Oh, I've been 17 for two months."
"Cool."
The two stop in front of the hotel room, room 629. Alicia puts in the key, and turns it, she opens the door, and looks around. It was a suite. On the visible place, was the most luxorious living room Alicia had every seen. Shiny white leather couches her in the center of the room, a glass coffee table sat in front of it. A quite large television set sat in front of the couch. A mini fridge, microwave, and sink was in the other corner. Alicia stepped into the room and takes off her sandals, tossing them in a box marked "Souliers" which Ali supposed meant "shoes" and steps onto the soft white carpet.
"Wow. This is awesome!"
She turns around to face Matt, and reaches her hand out for her bag, he hands it to her.
"Thankyou for bringing my bag."
He nods.
"Your welcome."
Matt turns, and walks out of the room, leaving Alicia alone, she closes the door, and walks off to explore the rest of the room.