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Diva937: Umm.......it's a bit hard to tell how to pronounce something over your writing, but I'll try. Amelie is the French version of Emily. You sort of switch accents on the syllables around, so that the "A" isn't incredibly accented, but the "E" is long. If you still don't get it, say so.....I need to work on explaining things like this.
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"You like him! Admit it," Mike said, as they were walking out of the building.
"No, I do not! Besides," Amelie said, lowering her voice down to almost a whisper. "He's a muggle."
"My *dear* Amelie, we're surrounded by muggles. You might just---" Gasp "--- end up with a halfblood child!"
Amelie stopped in her tracks. "Are you saying, that I'm marrying him?" she asked.
Mike smiled elusively. "Come on, let us go to the chocolate shop."
"NO!" she squealed as he pulled her down the street.
Once again it was almost empty. Amelie started to wonder how he managed to keep the place up with as little business that he got. Sirius was there, but Harry was gone. Sirius was once again sitting at the bar singing along with the music. This time it was a country singer, and it seemed that he was singing live.
"So," Mike said. "Who is it this time?"
"You've never heard of Johnny Cash?" Sirius asked incredulously.
"Isn't he that American singer.....the one that played at all those prisons?" Amelie asked.
"Yup. Remus won't listen to any other country. He's convinced himself that Johnny Cash isn't country, too," Sirius said, grinning.
"Shut up," Remus said.
Mike pulled Amelie over to the bar and had her sit down. Remus stood stock still as she sat down, and he seemed to be listening. He then reached over to the stereo and clicked it off. Sirius looked at him with a sort of adorable curiousity, as he tilted his head in a dog-like way.
Ruth entered, but this time she was with another woman. A skinny old woman in all black and tight lips.
"Good afternoon Ruth, Mrs. Stienwick," Remus said, nodding. The mood of the small shop had changed so suddenly you would never have thought that they were having a light hearted conversation only minutes ago.
Mrs. Stienwick came over to the bar, and banged her walking stick on the table only feet away from Mike, causing him to jump.
"Give me some English tea.....Only English, I won't take any of that foreign shit," she said, and Amelie stared as she swore in her sharp voice. "I want *cream*, not milk, and I want two *cubes* of sugar, not spoons."
"Yes ma'am," Remus said. Amelie could almost swear that she saw hatred shining in those stunning eyes of his.
They sat there in a cold silence as Mrs. Stienwick drank her tea. Ruth didn't seem at all like what she did last night. She was no longer the cheery, nice old woman, but as stern and cold as her friend. After what seemed ages, the two of them got up and left the shop. As soon as their footsteps were gone, everybody seemed to breathe again.
"She is *so* creepy!" Mike exclaimed.
"Her husband died two years ago. I don't know how the man could stand her," Rmeus siad, shaking his head.
"I bet she killed him!" Mike said. "I bet she poisoned him!"
Sirius looked at Mike. "She wouldn't have poisoned him. She's too clever to take that risk. I bet she *scared* him to death," he said.
"I swear, Sirius!" Remus said. "You two are horrible. The guy died of a heart attack!"
"Exactly!" Mike said.
"He had clogged arteries. The guy ate too much," Remus said.
"She over fed him!" Mike said.
"She fed him so he would get fat, and his arteries would get blocked up and die!" Sirius said. Mike looked all too ready to agree.
"I don't think she killed him," Amelie said. "He was probably a lot like her. He might have loved her, and she him."
"Hm," Mike pouted. "You take all the fun out of life."
"I'm taking all the ridiculous ideas out of your head," Amelie said.
A crash came from the kitchen, and Remus stood for a moment, petrified. "Just one second!" he said, and ran through the door.
"What's going on?" Mike asked.
Remus came back into main shop, lookin grumpy. He muttered something that sounded like, "Cat."
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Author's notes: Sorry I stopped so abruptly. Please send I your reviews.
Diva937: Umm.......it's a bit hard to tell how to pronounce something over your writing, but I'll try. Amelie is the French version of Emily. You sort of switch accents on the syllables around, so that the "A" isn't incredibly accented, but the "E" is long. If you still don't get it, say so.....I need to work on explaining things like this.
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"You like him! Admit it," Mike said, as they were walking out of the building.
"No, I do not! Besides," Amelie said, lowering her voice down to almost a whisper. "He's a muggle."
"My *dear* Amelie, we're surrounded by muggles. You might just---" Gasp "--- end up with a halfblood child!"
Amelie stopped in her tracks. "Are you saying, that I'm marrying him?" she asked.
Mike smiled elusively. "Come on, let us go to the chocolate shop."
"NO!" she squealed as he pulled her down the street.
Once again it was almost empty. Amelie started to wonder how he managed to keep the place up with as little business that he got. Sirius was there, but Harry was gone. Sirius was once again sitting at the bar singing along with the music. This time it was a country singer, and it seemed that he was singing live.
"So," Mike said. "Who is it this time?"
"You've never heard of Johnny Cash?" Sirius asked incredulously.
"Isn't he that American singer.....the one that played at all those prisons?" Amelie asked.
"Yup. Remus won't listen to any other country. He's convinced himself that Johnny Cash isn't country, too," Sirius said, grinning.
"Shut up," Remus said.
Mike pulled Amelie over to the bar and had her sit down. Remus stood stock still as she sat down, and he seemed to be listening. He then reached over to the stereo and clicked it off. Sirius looked at him with a sort of adorable curiousity, as he tilted his head in a dog-like way.
Ruth entered, but this time she was with another woman. A skinny old woman in all black and tight lips.
"Good afternoon Ruth, Mrs. Stienwick," Remus said, nodding. The mood of the small shop had changed so suddenly you would never have thought that they were having a light hearted conversation only minutes ago.
Mrs. Stienwick came over to the bar, and banged her walking stick on the table only feet away from Mike, causing him to jump.
"Give me some English tea.....Only English, I won't take any of that foreign shit," she said, and Amelie stared as she swore in her sharp voice. "I want *cream*, not milk, and I want two *cubes* of sugar, not spoons."
"Yes ma'am," Remus said. Amelie could almost swear that she saw hatred shining in those stunning eyes of his.
They sat there in a cold silence as Mrs. Stienwick drank her tea. Ruth didn't seem at all like what she did last night. She was no longer the cheery, nice old woman, but as stern and cold as her friend. After what seemed ages, the two of them got up and left the shop. As soon as their footsteps were gone, everybody seemed to breathe again.
"She is *so* creepy!" Mike exclaimed.
"Her husband died two years ago. I don't know how the man could stand her," Rmeus siad, shaking his head.
"I bet she killed him!" Mike said. "I bet she poisoned him!"
Sirius looked at Mike. "She wouldn't have poisoned him. She's too clever to take that risk. I bet she *scared* him to death," he said.
"I swear, Sirius!" Remus said. "You two are horrible. The guy died of a heart attack!"
"Exactly!" Mike said.
"He had clogged arteries. The guy ate too much," Remus said.
"She over fed him!" Mike said.
"She fed him so he would get fat, and his arteries would get blocked up and die!" Sirius said. Mike looked all too ready to agree.
"I don't think she killed him," Amelie said. "He was probably a lot like her. He might have loved her, and she him."
"Hm," Mike pouted. "You take all the fun out of life."
"I'm taking all the ridiculous ideas out of your head," Amelie said.
A crash came from the kitchen, and Remus stood for a moment, petrified. "Just one second!" he said, and ran through the door.
"What's going on?" Mike asked.
Remus came back into main shop, lookin grumpy. He muttered something that sounded like, "Cat."
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Author's notes: Sorry I stopped so abruptly. Please send I your reviews.