2003 - Year of the Wham (or, 'Trewlaney's Travels')

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Chapter Two: To Love a Muggle

"Oh dear!" Professor Trewlaney cried, rushing across the parking lot, and forgetting her fear (how brave, *sniff*). A man had just crashed his Mercedes-Benz into a stop sign. She opened the door and he fell out at her feet.

The man stood up with her help and held his left arm close to him, wincing with pain. He was balding, but the hair he had left was a mix of dark brown and grey. He wore thick square glasses and khaki pants. He was a good two inches shorter than Professor Trewlaney, and looked up uncertainly, as an old man in a tuxedo sat across the street playing the piano and singing love songs.

Professor Trewlaney looked down at him, pushing her round glasses farther up the bridge of her nose and straightening her robes nervously.

"You...you're hurd," she said, her voice still stuffy from the broken nose, "Led be fix dat."

She pulled out her wand and tapped his arm, muttering a simple healing spell. She put her wand away and held his arm fondly.

"L, is for the way you look at meee..." the man across the street crooned in his off-key voice.

"Bedder?" she asked, sniffling so she could talk normally.

The man nodded, not even noticing her wand because he was looking into her huge green eyes.

"Much bedder, er, I mean, better," he managed to say, his right hand on hers as they held his arm (how sweet!), "I think it was the thrill of meeting such a beautiful lady," he said stupidly. He didn't seem to realize that the three fractured bones in his arm had healed in less than two minutes.

Professor Trewlaney flushed a vibrant magenta and giggled like a schoolgirl, "I'm Sybill. Sybill Trewlaney," she mumbled, her pea-green eyes gazing into the balding man's brown ones.

"D-douglas Sincostan, you can call me Doug," he stammered.

"E, is even more than anyone that you adore and loooove..."

"Do...do you need help with your vehicle?" she asked dazedly, putting her hand on hus hand on her hand on his once-broken arm, "It's been damaged quite badly."

"Oh, that?" he said, not bothering to even glance at the Mercedes-Benz, "I'll call a tow truck. Meanwhile, would you...would you like to go get some coffee?"

Professor Trewlaney nodded, quite flushed as the muggle man dialed a tow truck on his cell phone and gave the man on the other end the address of the hospital. He took her arm and they walked down the street towards the Starbucks at the corner. Professor Trewlaney put her head on Doug's shoulder as she pointed her wand over their heads, frying the piano and singer to a crisp as Douglas hummed, oblivious.

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Professor Trewlaney was amazed at how a simple bald (as an eagle, mind you) muggle could cure her phobia. They sat drinking their coffee blissfully and fazing into each other's eyes. They did that often.

"It was amazing. I just took one look at you and

WHAM,

my fender was crumpled against that stop sign," Douglas was telling her of his crash as she poured her double decaf mocha late (with the chocolatey sprinkles and foam) into a nearby plant, "Your face...I was just entranced by it," he added, blinking his beady eyes from behind his glasses. Someone had turned on romantic music in the background (again).

"Really? I was just so worried about you when you fell out of the car and your head hit my knee...it was unforgettable."

"Unforgettable...that's what you are..." the voice from the jukebox crooned.

Professor Trewlaney sighed irritably and threw her mocha late mug at the machine, "And I had this vision of me helping you up and I did and..." she paused thoughtfully, "I felt like I'd just drank a gallon of Butterbeer!"

"Sorry?"

"Nothing," she corrected quickly, "May I...read you hand?"

"Of course," he chuckled, turning his hands over so she could see them.



She took his hand, and looked at it. Suddenly she gasped, dropping it and leaping from the table, "No...it can't be! It mustn't be! Oh my dear Dougieeeee!"

Douglas leapt up as well, rushing over to the other side of the little round table and taking her hand in his, "What is it? What's wrong?"

Trewlaney pulled away from him, one hand over her face dramatically, "It's...it's awful, Doug," she answered, collapsing back into her chair as the edge of the screen became fuzzy in the spiffy soap opera way...

"Tell me, Sybill, don't hold anything back!" he pleaded, shifting into spiffy soap opera mode right along with her (good ol' Muggle Doug, always willing to cooperate for the sake of the fanfic!)

"I...I can't believe it. Your hands...it tells me you're going on a trip! Why are you leaving me-e-eeee?" she sobbed, sniffling and blubbering shamelessly.

"You saw all that on my hand?" Doug asked, bewildered, "I thought palm-reading was just life lines and stuff..."

"I know what I saw!" she screeched, "I can't believe we've just begun our relationship and you're going to leave me!!"

Doug nodded solemnly, "Ok ok, I believe you, Sybill," he said, because love makes oyu stupid (and good ol' Muggle Doug wasn't the sharpest spoon in the drawer to begin with), "I...I guess I'll have to go."

She nodded miserably, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her robes (eww!).

"But I want you to have something that got me through a lot of tough time when I was young," he said as he knelt next to her chair, "It's always been very important to me, and if you have it, it will be like I'm with you."

He pulled out a small black box and opened it, putting something metal into her hands and curling her fingers over it. He looked into her eyes wistfully and smiled.

"What...is it?" Professor Trewlaney asked, looking down at him questioningly.

"It's my retainer from high school," he answered proudly, "My lucky retainer, actually. I want you to have it."

She nodded and put it in her purse (it still had some drool on it from when Muggle Doug fell in love with his first crush, Patty McFatterson).

Doug stood up, "I guess I'd better go," he said sadly, rising to leave, "I'll never forget you."

Doug walked away, stepping out of the little square of fuzzy edges and out of sight. Trewlaney sighed and wiped the drool off her hand, staring off into the distance.

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