Chapter 4:
"Why in the bloody hell did I have to land, locked in a dark dungeon room with Potter? I'm being punished, aren't I?"
"Hello? I'm right here, Evans. Remember? I heard you."
"I don't care if the people in China heard me! At least then, someone would know we were here."
"Well, we're here. Let's look in the box. Maybe something can help."
They began to look through the carton cube. They found paper, wood, an old lollipop, matches and a marker. That's all.
"Hey, Evans? Rip up that box. We can put it with the paper and wood and make a fire."
"You know what? That's a good idea. At least we won't freeze with that open window and the snow can be melted to water to drink."
"Keep about three sheets of paper. With the floor tiles, we can play chess. Just shape the paper into circles and mark the names. We can do something."
"Wow! Two ideas in one day? Sure you didn't hurt yourself, Potter?"
Even he couldn't help but laugh. Soon, they were both laughing not at, but with each other. A moment for the books, that was.
"Hey, Potter, how long to you think the fire is going to last?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe a little bit more. It's hard to say."
"Well, I hope it lasts fairly long. If it doesn't, we have nothing to do. We could use a lighting spell, but it wouldn't do too much good in such a large area. It wouldn't work too well, would it?"
"No, but then again, we're only here, not all over. We only need light here, no?"
"Yeah, you actually do have a point. God! Three times. This is scary."
"Well, they say when desperate times call for desperate measures and push comes to shove, a person's true colors show through."
"Wow, that's pretty deep thinking for you, Potter. Well, to date, your little phrase seems to ring truth. It's a push comes to shove situation, as you put it, and I must say, you've never seemed to come through as much as you are this time, Potter."
"Hell, screw "Potter" and "Evans." We're grown-ups-"
"Well, one of us, anyway."
"As I was saying, we're grown-ups. We can use each other's first name. James. Lily. See, it's not that hard."
"Can't be. You figured it out, James!" They laughed.
"Why in the bloody hell did I have to land, locked in a dark dungeon room with Potter? I'm being punished, aren't I?"
"Hello? I'm right here, Evans. Remember? I heard you."
"I don't care if the people in China heard me! At least then, someone would know we were here."
"Well, we're here. Let's look in the box. Maybe something can help."
They began to look through the carton cube. They found paper, wood, an old lollipop, matches and a marker. That's all.
"Hey, Evans? Rip up that box. We can put it with the paper and wood and make a fire."
"You know what? That's a good idea. At least we won't freeze with that open window and the snow can be melted to water to drink."
"Keep about three sheets of paper. With the floor tiles, we can play chess. Just shape the paper into circles and mark the names. We can do something."
"Wow! Two ideas in one day? Sure you didn't hurt yourself, Potter?"
Even he couldn't help but laugh. Soon, they were both laughing not at, but with each other. A moment for the books, that was.
"Hey, Potter, how long to you think the fire is going to last?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe a little bit more. It's hard to say."
"Well, I hope it lasts fairly long. If it doesn't, we have nothing to do. We could use a lighting spell, but it wouldn't do too much good in such a large area. It wouldn't work too well, would it?"
"No, but then again, we're only here, not all over. We only need light here, no?"
"Yeah, you actually do have a point. God! Three times. This is scary."
"Well, they say when desperate times call for desperate measures and push comes to shove, a person's true colors show through."
"Wow, that's pretty deep thinking for you, Potter. Well, to date, your little phrase seems to ring truth. It's a push comes to shove situation, as you put it, and I must say, you've never seemed to come through as much as you are this time, Potter."
"Hell, screw "Potter" and "Evans." We're grown-ups-"
"Well, one of us, anyway."
"As I was saying, we're grown-ups. We can use each other's first name. James. Lily. See, it's not that hard."
"Can't be. You figured it out, James!" They laughed.