Chapter 21
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Caroline, Meara, Robert, and Fiona were in Meara's bedroom. Robert was laying, spread eagle, on the floor next to Meara's bed, Caroline was painting her toenails fuchsia, Fiona was reading "Witch's Weekly" a teenage witch magazine, and Meara was on her bed staring at the ceiling and counting the scorch marks which resulted from her potions that had gone horribly wrong.
"Meara" said Robert "I don't mean any harm, lassie, but me thinks that your pie was a little.. invigorating" finished Robert, his Irish accent flaring more than usual.
"I told you not to eat it, Robert" said Caroline to Robert.
Meara had made a cherry pie, but like many of the things that involved Meara and the mixture of ingredients, it did not go as planned. Meara had a lot of trouble with potions and it seems that she had even worse trouble with cooking.
"I didn't want to insult her" said Robert to Caroline.
"Aww, you could have told me that you didn't want any. I would not have blamed you. I didn't even eat any of it" said Meara with a smile to Robert.
"But I felt bad" said Robert sadly. "Might I have your permission to avoid eating any of lassie's food in the future?"
"Yes" said Meara laughing.
"Hmm.. did you see these wizarding hats?" broke in Fiona. Fiona had not heard any of the preceding conversation, she was too engrossed in the magazine.
Caroline looked at the magazine and said in a very snotty voice, so as to mimic something Fiona might say:
"Those are so last summer" said Caroline.
Fiona looked up from the magazine with an incredibly offended look on her face. She saw that Caroline was kidding.
Caroline threw a pillow at Fiona and thus began a humongous pillow fight
************************** Page Break****************************** Caroline and Meara stared out of the window at the house next door. They watched as a boy, with gorgeously dark brown hair and deep, burning, eyes walked down the driveway of the adjacent house.
The boy stood several meters tall. He bent over to pick up the newspaper, and stood back up, suddenly, as though he had heard something. He turned his gaze away from the newspaper on the lawn to Meara's window.
Meara gasped as he turned to her window as she flung herself, along with Caroline, to the carpeted floor.
"What was that for?" said Caroline rubbing her carpet burned arm.
"He saw us looking at him.." said Meara to Caroline in a whisper.
"He can't hear you, you know" said Caroline loudly to Meara.
"How do you know? He could have super powers or something." said Meara as Robert broke in:
"He may not be able to hear you, but I can."
"Yes, but he is fit" said Caroline offhandedly to Robert as she looked out of the window at the boy, who had long since gone.
"I agree" said Meara
"WHAT?" said Robert jealously.
"Ooops.. that's not what I meant, Robert...." said Meara blushing furiously
"I think we should go over and welcome him" said Caroline, completely oblivious to the fact that Meara had just said something inappropriate.
"Yes! Let us!" said Meara, completely ignoring the pained look on Robert's face. Robert stared as Meara and Caroline ran out of the bedroom and across the front lawn.
" Birds" muttered Robert to himself as he rolled his eyes. "When will they learn?"
Caroline and Meara continued to run until the reached the forbidding, stone, house. Caroline pulled Meara to a stop on the front porch.
"Wait a second Meara.." said Caroline
"We can't just show up at his house and say 'hi, we think you're cute!'. We need something to give him. A house warming present, per say" finished Caroline.
"What do you suggest? Biscuits? A pie? There is still some pie at the house" said Meara offhandedly.
"We don't want to kill him, Meara" said Caroline thinking about the pie and Meara's horrid cooking skills.
"I am thinking more along the line of a cheese basket" said Caroline as she conjured a basket filled with cheese and some accompanying wine.
Meara rang the doorbell to the house and the huge, wooden door promptly opened. A butler, about Smitty's size and build appeared at the door.
"Hello, Master William is expecting you" said the butler as he motioned for Meara and Caroline to enter.
"Please sit in the foyer, Master William will receive you in a few moments" finished the butler, as he clicked his heels and exited the room.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING OR WANT TO OWN ANYTHING THAT BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING, WARNER BROTHERS STUDIOS, or ANY OF ITS AFFILIATES. SO DON'T SUE YOUR FUTURE CARDIOLOGIST!
Caroline, Meara, Robert, and Fiona were in Meara's bedroom. Robert was laying, spread eagle, on the floor next to Meara's bed, Caroline was painting her toenails fuchsia, Fiona was reading "Witch's Weekly" a teenage witch magazine, and Meara was on her bed staring at the ceiling and counting the scorch marks which resulted from her potions that had gone horribly wrong.
"Meara" said Robert "I don't mean any harm, lassie, but me thinks that your pie was a little.. invigorating" finished Robert, his Irish accent flaring more than usual.
"I told you not to eat it, Robert" said Caroline to Robert.
Meara had made a cherry pie, but like many of the things that involved Meara and the mixture of ingredients, it did not go as planned. Meara had a lot of trouble with potions and it seems that she had even worse trouble with cooking.
"I didn't want to insult her" said Robert to Caroline.
"Aww, you could have told me that you didn't want any. I would not have blamed you. I didn't even eat any of it" said Meara with a smile to Robert.
"But I felt bad" said Robert sadly. "Might I have your permission to avoid eating any of lassie's food in the future?"
"Yes" said Meara laughing.
"Hmm.. did you see these wizarding hats?" broke in Fiona. Fiona had not heard any of the preceding conversation, she was too engrossed in the magazine.
Caroline looked at the magazine and said in a very snotty voice, so as to mimic something Fiona might say:
"Those are so last summer" said Caroline.
Fiona looked up from the magazine with an incredibly offended look on her face. She saw that Caroline was kidding.
Caroline threw a pillow at Fiona and thus began a humongous pillow fight
************************** Page Break****************************** Caroline and Meara stared out of the window at the house next door. They watched as a boy, with gorgeously dark brown hair and deep, burning, eyes walked down the driveway of the adjacent house.
The boy stood several meters tall. He bent over to pick up the newspaper, and stood back up, suddenly, as though he had heard something. He turned his gaze away from the newspaper on the lawn to Meara's window.
Meara gasped as he turned to her window as she flung herself, along with Caroline, to the carpeted floor.
"What was that for?" said Caroline rubbing her carpet burned arm.
"He saw us looking at him.." said Meara to Caroline in a whisper.
"He can't hear you, you know" said Caroline loudly to Meara.
"How do you know? He could have super powers or something." said Meara as Robert broke in:
"He may not be able to hear you, but I can."
"Yes, but he is fit" said Caroline offhandedly to Robert as she looked out of the window at the boy, who had long since gone.
"I agree" said Meara
"WHAT?" said Robert jealously.
"Ooops.. that's not what I meant, Robert...." said Meara blushing furiously
"I think we should go over and welcome him" said Caroline, completely oblivious to the fact that Meara had just said something inappropriate.
"Yes! Let us!" said Meara, completely ignoring the pained look on Robert's face. Robert stared as Meara and Caroline ran out of the bedroom and across the front lawn.
" Birds" muttered Robert to himself as he rolled his eyes. "When will they learn?"
Caroline and Meara continued to run until the reached the forbidding, stone, house. Caroline pulled Meara to a stop on the front porch.
"Wait a second Meara.." said Caroline
"We can't just show up at his house and say 'hi, we think you're cute!'. We need something to give him. A house warming present, per say" finished Caroline.
"What do you suggest? Biscuits? A pie? There is still some pie at the house" said Meara offhandedly.
"We don't want to kill him, Meara" said Caroline thinking about the pie and Meara's horrid cooking skills.
"I am thinking more along the line of a cheese basket" said Caroline as she conjured a basket filled with cheese and some accompanying wine.
Meara rang the doorbell to the house and the huge, wooden door promptly opened. A butler, about Smitty's size and build appeared at the door.
"Hello, Master William is expecting you" said the butler as he motioned for Meara and Caroline to enter.
"Please sit in the foyer, Master William will receive you in a few moments" finished the butler, as he clicked his heels and exited the room.