Part 2-
Lucius Malfoy rolled into the family room slowly. His thick cardiac glasses fogging his vision. The senile man stopped in the center of the room that Megan Potter, Julius and Radcliffe Malfoy were occupying. Cliffe was reading up on his Summer Potions work while Louie and Megan were playing with origami fortune tellers. When the man choked out a wet cough Megan's head shot up as if she'd been slapped. She turned to the old man smiled with glee. She hopped off the white couch and stood on the old man's right side.
He reached out a feeble, liver-spotted hand and groped at her arm. He turned his neck slowly and tilted his head as if he was looking at her. But the entire room knew better, Lucius couldn't tell a hammer from a hamburger by looking at them.
"Hello." He creaked. Megan beamed and Cliffe shook his head embarrassedly.
"Hiya, Mr. Mr. Malfoy." She said still smiling. He drew back for a moment.
"Who are you?" He asked and sniffed on her arm. Megan felt nervous about the man's sniffing.
"I'm your granddaughter Mr. Mr. Malfoy." She said and patted his bald head. He made a noise of revelation and smiled at her.
"Come sit in my lap, dear." He said and patted his lap. Megan gingerly lowered herself onto the mans legs. He seemed content. Draco was walking by at that moment and stopped above the three steps into the family room.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" He yelled at her. Lucius turned in his wheelchair with Megan still on his lap and held his eyes on him.
"I'm letting my granddaughter sit on my lap. I didn't even know I had a granddaughter until just now. How nice." He said and patted her knee. She scrunched her shoulders to her ears and smiled. Draco leaned on the top of the fish tank that stood by the walkway.
"You don't have a granddaughter, Father." He was exasperated as he explained.
"Then who is this lovely lady in my lap?" Lucius asked and squeezed Megan's knee.
"She's Megan Potter. Harry Potter's daughter." He said and gazed into the ceiling. Lucius stopped squeezing her knee and bent his head and grimaced. He shoved her violently off his lap and she toppled into the floor. He rolled away and spat on her as he passed. Megan sat up and glowered at Draco.
"Jerkface." She mumbled. He sighed and walked away. Cliffe and Louie were laughing uproariously in their respective seats. "I wish I had a Grandpa, but no my grandpa had to go get himself blown up!" Then the doorbell rang. Draco went to open it and there stood his nemesis, Harry Potter.
"PIZZA! PIZZA! PIZZA! PIZZA! PIZZA!" Megan shouted quickly while running to the door. She saw her father standing in the doorway and dropped her shoulders in disappointment. "Oh it's just you." She said and turned around quickly. Louie came out from the family room.
"Pizza!?" He asked excitedly. Megan shook her head.
"No, it's my dad. I have to get my crap now." Louie seemed put out with Harry as much as Megan was and the two slowly dragged themselves up the stairs to get Megan's bags.
"So, prepared to lose next month?" Draco asked snidely and refrained from asking him in.
"How does it feel to have a son in Gryffindor?" He retorted.
"How does it feel to have your daughter lusting after me?" He replied in attempt to insult Harry.
"I wouldn't know." He said and rolled his eyes. Megan came down stairs followed by Louie who had her bag over his shoulder. She took it from him with a smile and sat them down by her feet.
"So, Dad, did you bring pizza?" She asked and broke the angry silence.
"No." He answered and pulled at her shoulder, ready to leave.
"Can we get pizza on the way home?"
"No."
"Why not?" She said and stood still in the entry way.
"Because we're not going home. Look, Matt's waiting in the car..."
"Can we get pizza on the way to where ever it is we're going?"
"How can you be hungry? We ate lunch an hour ago?" Draco asked.
"Has it been that long? Yeesh!"
"Come on, say good bye to Julius."
"Bye-Bye Julie! Bye Julie's Mom! Bye Mr. Malfoy! See ya on the first, Pencil-Dick!" She shouted into the family room. "Goodbye House Elves." She screamed and it echoed around the home. Harry told her it was time to go through gritted teeth. They went down the driveway and as soon as she got in the car Harry sped away.
"We have to stop by Dudley's." Harry said and turned a corner.
"Oo, he'll have some pizza there." Megan said and started biting on her fingernails.
"Dad, why are we going to his house, he's just a moocher. Why do you give him money?" Megan's older brother Matt said. Harry shook his head and kept driving ignoring his son's comments.
"Hey, Matt, do you happen to have any pizza?" Matt turned in his seat and looked at her with annoyance. "I'm hungry."
"Sorry, Meg, I don't walk around with slices of pizza in my pockets." He replied.
"Well, why not!" She asked.
"I don't want pizza sauce in my pockets." He said, but barely the sentence barely escaped his mouth when Megan screamed and started slapping Harry's arm.
"Dad! Dad! We need to stop here! You need petrol." She proclaimed trying to grab his wrists and veer him into the parking lot. Harry slapped at her from the front seat and pushed her back against the seat.
"I filled the tank before we went to the Malfoy's." He said grimly and kept going.
"But you're almost empty!" She declared and went back to attempting to turn him into the small station.
"I've driven thirteen kilometers and the car gets 50 to the liter! Megan, sit down!" She plopped down, defeated and then was struck with genius.
"Dad! I have feminine problems!" She shouted. Matt and Harry looked at her and turned to the road blankly.
"Ok, let's go." They said and turned into the parking lot. Matt's theory was that you couldn't trust anything that bleeds for a week every month and doesn't die.
When they parked Megan hopped out of the car and ran into the store. After she'd been in the store for fifteen minutes, Harry followed her in there to find her sitting on the counter talking to the cashier. The man was tall and gangly with stringy, greasy blonde hair dangling out from under his dingy denim hat. He wiped snot from under his nose with a snort while Megan rambled on about her dad. The nametag attached to his shirt (that matched his hat {A/N: HE'S STYLIN}) read 'Stan'. He looked up when the bell rang that announced Harry and Matt had entered the single room service station. Stan grinned and showed a half-vacant mouth of teeth.
"What can I do'ya fer?" He asked with a thickened Southern drawl. Harry looked confused at the man's voice.
"Doesn't he remind you of Ol' One Eye?" She asked and took the hat off Stan's head.
"Who?" Harry asked, his eyes affixed on the man behind the counter who spit into a cup next to the register. Harry saw it was filled with thick, brown spit and a French fry floating at the top. He twitched in disgust and looked over at Megan.
"Snape of course." She said.
"You do realize he has two eyes." Matt asked.
"I know, but he's always twitching and how well can you see with a twitch-eye?" She reasoned.
"It only twitches when he's angry." Matt told her, while looking at the candy bars.
"Nu-uh, everytime I see him his eye's all twitching." She argued.
"My point exactly." Matt said and threw a Twix on the counter.
"Oh! Daddy, I need some Starburst." She said and pulled a long yellow package out of the box. "AND PIZZA!" She hopped to the back of the store for a box of frozen pizza. "Stan!" She shouted while reading the cooking directions on the box. "Can I access a microwave around here?" She asked. Stan shook his head and spit again.
"Megan, did you get all you needed." Harry intimated to her feminine issue.
"Um, Dad, I was lying." She said blankly.
"What? How dare you lie to me!" Harry replied angrily. "I'm restricing your food intake to three meals a day." He decreed. Megan's eyes popped and her jaw dropped.
"Dad, you're going to kill me! I'm gonna be like an Ethiopian that they show on TV late at night!" She wailed.
"Pay for your things and lets go." He grumbled.
"I don't have any money!" She laughed while she spoke. "You're the rich one. The one running for Minister of Magic. The one..."
"Megan! Is Stan...one of us?" Matt asked quietly.
"No." She said like Matt was an idot. She rolled her eyes and picked the hat up off the counter and showed him the gas station logo emblazoned on it. "If he was a wizard do you think he'd be working at a petrol station?" She said and put the hat back on his head.
"How does he know about us then?" Harry asked desperatly.
"Stan's the man. I tell him everything." She said and pat him on the back.
"What! I'll have to do a charm." He said and pulled out his wand. Megan jumped to her feet on top of the counter, her head barely touching the celing.
"You can't do that to Stan! He's the father of my baby!" Harry dropped his wand and jaw simultaniously. Matt began to smile due to the trouble Megan was about to be in. "Ok, so not really, but he's the man! You can't do stuff to him."
"Megan, we need to leave now." He said and picked up his wand. She jumped off the counter and pat Stan's hand. They left the store and clammored back into the car. The drove the whole way to Dudley's house silently. As they pulled into the driveway Dudley was in the yard relaxing in a blue inflatable pool in the center of the yard in a wife beater undershirt and swim trunks. Megan rolled down her window and stuck her head out of it and shouted out to him loudly.
"HEY UNCLE DUDLEY! HOW'S IT HANGIN? YOU STAYING COOL?" She attempted to continue talking but Matt rolled her window up around her neck from the front seat and her shouts turned to screams of pain which overpowered Harry's demands for Matt to quit trying to behead his sister.
"But, Dad! She's so annoying! Just a little bit further and there'll be no more Megan." Matt retorted. Harry finally got her head out of the window and she shot from the back seat and began pulverising her brother and screaming at him. Harry tryed to maintain control of the small car but with Megan's fists flying and Matt's legs flayling it was a difficult task.
"I HATE YOU!" She screamed at Matt while pulling at his hair. Matt shoved her off of him and she hit the windsheild. "Everyone hates you!" She wailed.
"Jesus loves me." Matt replyed angrily and twisted her arm behind her back. She attempted to bite his cheek and got some skin in her teeth and when she felt blood in her mouth she let go and spat.
"Jesus doesn't love you, he thinks you're a dillhole! Just like me!" She punched him in the stomach just as Harry put the car in park and managed to pull her off her brother.
With a sigh Megan crawled out of her dad's seat with his arms hooked at her elbows. She groaned loudly and tryed to kick at Matt but he just stuck out his tounge and walked away. Dudley tryed to get out of the wading pool but Harry shook his hand and told him to stay put which was good because no one wants to see Dudley in his swimming trunks. Dudley squinted up at Harry from the ground and Harry panted and wiped the sweat from his brow from the struggle in the car and Dudley popped his tounge to lips.
"So, Harry," Dudley began and grabbed a can of cheese. He squeezed it into his mouth with satiscaction and swallowed some water that had absorbed into his shirt. "can I get some money?"
"I've told you Dudley, I only have wizard money." Harry shrugged and shook his head. "But I can transfer it at Gringnotts. We have to go to Diagon Alley anyway for Megan and Matt's school things." He called for Megan who was sitting atop the car, singing 'Henry the Eighth' and keeping the beat by slamming on the roof with her hands.
"I'm Henry the eighth I am, Henry the eighth I am, I am. I got married to the widow next door. She's been married seven- times before and everyone was..."
"MEGAN! Get down from there!" Harry interrupted. She sneered at him and crawled down from the car and headed towards the two men. Harry rubbed his temples and Dudley looked up at him.
"You know, Harry, Riddilin is an option." Dudley offered to his cousin.
"Megan doesn't need Riddilin." Harry said and turned to his daughter who was twirling her way across the lawn. "Don't say a word, Dudley, just not a word."
***
After they had made their way through Diagon Alley to get the children's school things they came home to a house filled with the aroma of Catherine Potter's cooking. During dinner Megan's dog D-O-G {Pronounced Dee-Oh-G} finished off Megan's spaghetti. Matt ran off right after dessert and Megan was left alone with her parents. Harry and Catherine sat watching the television when there was a loud commotion from the hallway. Megan bowled into the living room with an easel and multiple sheets of poster board. She sat up the easel and placed the posterboard in a tidy stack on it. She dashed back to the closet and brought back her wand. Her father tried to ignore her but his fruitless attempts went unnoticed by Megan. Catherine poked Harry with her long index finger and he swatted her off. Megan cleared her throught, demanding attention. He turned to the project in front of him and saw a stick figure on the front sheet of poster board. The stick figure had shoulder length light brown hair and an exaggerated frown across it's face. There were gray storm clouds overhead and a miniture tower with a clock in the background.
"Megan, what is this?" Harry asked irritably.
"This," Megan began officially. "Is me in England (as signifed by my model of Big Ben). Notice the saddness on my face and the gloomy weather." Catherine sat engaged by Megan's work. She pulled the posterboard off the easel and began pointing to the one behind it. The same stick figure was standing on a surfboard on top of a blue wave, riding high. "This is Megan in California." She said with a smile. "There's me surfing, that's the sexy beast that I will marry," she pointed to a very built stick figure with blue hair that matched Megan's wave. "this is the sun. You may not know what that is. It brings warmth, happiness and financial security."
"The sun does not bring finincial security." Harry argued and then flitted his hands around. "Megan, you don't even know how to surf!"
"Because I live in England. If I were to live in California I would be the greatest surfer/witch ever!"
"Surfing is not an option in the Wizardry world." Harry said. Catherine shook her head expecting an argument any second.
"I already called Aunt Lulu. She said she'd be happy to house me." She spoke of her Mother's younger sister, who lived in a hippie commune in California.
"You aren't going to that damn nudist colony!" Harry said, outraged.
"It isn't a nudist colony, Harry. It's just, liberal." Catherine said, trying to calm him down.
"Well, what ever it is, I'm going anyway." Megan stated.
"Not as long as you're living under my roof." Harry said.
"I'd be living under Lulu's roof." Megan smiled. Catherine dropped her head between her knees and shook it.
"GO TO YOU ROOM!" Harry bellowed and Megan stormed away with a loud high pitched squeal. "Have we ever thought of Riddilin for her?"
"Well, we have, she just refuses to take it." Catherine said and rubbed her palms together. Harry calmed down shortly after but heard a pounding as Megan came down the stairs.
"I forgot my project." She said breiftly and drug the big wooden easel up the stairs. She screamed something from her room and Harry told her to come back downstairs.
"What did you say?" Harry asked.
"I said that I would call Aunt Lulu and tell her that my father is too much of an insensitive prick to let me do anything I want with my life and is forcing me to conform like the rest of these Magical idiots." She stated stolidly. Harry began to seethe again and Megan just stormed back up the stairs.
Lucius Malfoy rolled into the family room slowly. His thick cardiac glasses fogging his vision. The senile man stopped in the center of the room that Megan Potter, Julius and Radcliffe Malfoy were occupying. Cliffe was reading up on his Summer Potions work while Louie and Megan were playing with origami fortune tellers. When the man choked out a wet cough Megan's head shot up as if she'd been slapped. She turned to the old man smiled with glee. She hopped off the white couch and stood on the old man's right side.
He reached out a feeble, liver-spotted hand and groped at her arm. He turned his neck slowly and tilted his head as if he was looking at her. But the entire room knew better, Lucius couldn't tell a hammer from a hamburger by looking at them.
"Hello." He creaked. Megan beamed and Cliffe shook his head embarrassedly.
"Hiya, Mr. Mr. Malfoy." She said still smiling. He drew back for a moment.
"Who are you?" He asked and sniffed on her arm. Megan felt nervous about the man's sniffing.
"I'm your granddaughter Mr. Mr. Malfoy." She said and patted his bald head. He made a noise of revelation and smiled at her.
"Come sit in my lap, dear." He said and patted his lap. Megan gingerly lowered herself onto the mans legs. He seemed content. Draco was walking by at that moment and stopped above the three steps into the family room.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" He yelled at her. Lucius turned in his wheelchair with Megan still on his lap and held his eyes on him.
"I'm letting my granddaughter sit on my lap. I didn't even know I had a granddaughter until just now. How nice." He said and patted her knee. She scrunched her shoulders to her ears and smiled. Draco leaned on the top of the fish tank that stood by the walkway.
"You don't have a granddaughter, Father." He was exasperated as he explained.
"Then who is this lovely lady in my lap?" Lucius asked and squeezed Megan's knee.
"She's Megan Potter. Harry Potter's daughter." He said and gazed into the ceiling. Lucius stopped squeezing her knee and bent his head and grimaced. He shoved her violently off his lap and she toppled into the floor. He rolled away and spat on her as he passed. Megan sat up and glowered at Draco.
"Jerkface." She mumbled. He sighed and walked away. Cliffe and Louie were laughing uproariously in their respective seats. "I wish I had a Grandpa, but no my grandpa had to go get himself blown up!" Then the doorbell rang. Draco went to open it and there stood his nemesis, Harry Potter.
"PIZZA! PIZZA! PIZZA! PIZZA! PIZZA!" Megan shouted quickly while running to the door. She saw her father standing in the doorway and dropped her shoulders in disappointment. "Oh it's just you." She said and turned around quickly. Louie came out from the family room.
"Pizza!?" He asked excitedly. Megan shook her head.
"No, it's my dad. I have to get my crap now." Louie seemed put out with Harry as much as Megan was and the two slowly dragged themselves up the stairs to get Megan's bags.
"So, prepared to lose next month?" Draco asked snidely and refrained from asking him in.
"How does it feel to have a son in Gryffindor?" He retorted.
"How does it feel to have your daughter lusting after me?" He replied in attempt to insult Harry.
"I wouldn't know." He said and rolled his eyes. Megan came down stairs followed by Louie who had her bag over his shoulder. She took it from him with a smile and sat them down by her feet.
"So, Dad, did you bring pizza?" She asked and broke the angry silence.
"No." He answered and pulled at her shoulder, ready to leave.
"Can we get pizza on the way home?"
"No."
"Why not?" She said and stood still in the entry way.
"Because we're not going home. Look, Matt's waiting in the car..."
"Can we get pizza on the way to where ever it is we're going?"
"How can you be hungry? We ate lunch an hour ago?" Draco asked.
"Has it been that long? Yeesh!"
"Come on, say good bye to Julius."
"Bye-Bye Julie! Bye Julie's Mom! Bye Mr. Malfoy! See ya on the first, Pencil-Dick!" She shouted into the family room. "Goodbye House Elves." She screamed and it echoed around the home. Harry told her it was time to go through gritted teeth. They went down the driveway and as soon as she got in the car Harry sped away.
"We have to stop by Dudley's." Harry said and turned a corner.
"Oo, he'll have some pizza there." Megan said and started biting on her fingernails.
"Dad, why are we going to his house, he's just a moocher. Why do you give him money?" Megan's older brother Matt said. Harry shook his head and kept driving ignoring his son's comments.
"Hey, Matt, do you happen to have any pizza?" Matt turned in his seat and looked at her with annoyance. "I'm hungry."
"Sorry, Meg, I don't walk around with slices of pizza in my pockets." He replied.
"Well, why not!" She asked.
"I don't want pizza sauce in my pockets." He said, but barely the sentence barely escaped his mouth when Megan screamed and started slapping Harry's arm.
"Dad! Dad! We need to stop here! You need petrol." She proclaimed trying to grab his wrists and veer him into the parking lot. Harry slapped at her from the front seat and pushed her back against the seat.
"I filled the tank before we went to the Malfoy's." He said grimly and kept going.
"But you're almost empty!" She declared and went back to attempting to turn him into the small station.
"I've driven thirteen kilometers and the car gets 50 to the liter! Megan, sit down!" She plopped down, defeated and then was struck with genius.
"Dad! I have feminine problems!" She shouted. Matt and Harry looked at her and turned to the road blankly.
"Ok, let's go." They said and turned into the parking lot. Matt's theory was that you couldn't trust anything that bleeds for a week every month and doesn't die.
When they parked Megan hopped out of the car and ran into the store. After she'd been in the store for fifteen minutes, Harry followed her in there to find her sitting on the counter talking to the cashier. The man was tall and gangly with stringy, greasy blonde hair dangling out from under his dingy denim hat. He wiped snot from under his nose with a snort while Megan rambled on about her dad. The nametag attached to his shirt (that matched his hat {A/N: HE'S STYLIN}) read 'Stan'. He looked up when the bell rang that announced Harry and Matt had entered the single room service station. Stan grinned and showed a half-vacant mouth of teeth.
"What can I do'ya fer?" He asked with a thickened Southern drawl. Harry looked confused at the man's voice.
"Doesn't he remind you of Ol' One Eye?" She asked and took the hat off Stan's head.
"Who?" Harry asked, his eyes affixed on the man behind the counter who spit into a cup next to the register. Harry saw it was filled with thick, brown spit and a French fry floating at the top. He twitched in disgust and looked over at Megan.
"Snape of course." She said.
"You do realize he has two eyes." Matt asked.
"I know, but he's always twitching and how well can you see with a twitch-eye?" She reasoned.
"It only twitches when he's angry." Matt told her, while looking at the candy bars.
"Nu-uh, everytime I see him his eye's all twitching." She argued.
"My point exactly." Matt said and threw a Twix on the counter.
"Oh! Daddy, I need some Starburst." She said and pulled a long yellow package out of the box. "AND PIZZA!" She hopped to the back of the store for a box of frozen pizza. "Stan!" She shouted while reading the cooking directions on the box. "Can I access a microwave around here?" She asked. Stan shook his head and spit again.
"Megan, did you get all you needed." Harry intimated to her feminine issue.
"Um, Dad, I was lying." She said blankly.
"What? How dare you lie to me!" Harry replied angrily. "I'm restricing your food intake to three meals a day." He decreed. Megan's eyes popped and her jaw dropped.
"Dad, you're going to kill me! I'm gonna be like an Ethiopian that they show on TV late at night!" She wailed.
"Pay for your things and lets go." He grumbled.
"I don't have any money!" She laughed while she spoke. "You're the rich one. The one running for Minister of Magic. The one..."
"Megan! Is Stan...one of us?" Matt asked quietly.
"No." She said like Matt was an idot. She rolled her eyes and picked the hat up off the counter and showed him the gas station logo emblazoned on it. "If he was a wizard do you think he'd be working at a petrol station?" She said and put the hat back on his head.
"How does he know about us then?" Harry asked desperatly.
"Stan's the man. I tell him everything." She said and pat him on the back.
"What! I'll have to do a charm." He said and pulled out his wand. Megan jumped to her feet on top of the counter, her head barely touching the celing.
"You can't do that to Stan! He's the father of my baby!" Harry dropped his wand and jaw simultaniously. Matt began to smile due to the trouble Megan was about to be in. "Ok, so not really, but he's the man! You can't do stuff to him."
"Megan, we need to leave now." He said and picked up his wand. She jumped off the counter and pat Stan's hand. They left the store and clammored back into the car. The drove the whole way to Dudley's house silently. As they pulled into the driveway Dudley was in the yard relaxing in a blue inflatable pool in the center of the yard in a wife beater undershirt and swim trunks. Megan rolled down her window and stuck her head out of it and shouted out to him loudly.
"HEY UNCLE DUDLEY! HOW'S IT HANGIN? YOU STAYING COOL?" She attempted to continue talking but Matt rolled her window up around her neck from the front seat and her shouts turned to screams of pain which overpowered Harry's demands for Matt to quit trying to behead his sister.
"But, Dad! She's so annoying! Just a little bit further and there'll be no more Megan." Matt retorted. Harry finally got her head out of the window and she shot from the back seat and began pulverising her brother and screaming at him. Harry tryed to maintain control of the small car but with Megan's fists flying and Matt's legs flayling it was a difficult task.
"I HATE YOU!" She screamed at Matt while pulling at his hair. Matt shoved her off of him and she hit the windsheild. "Everyone hates you!" She wailed.
"Jesus loves me." Matt replyed angrily and twisted her arm behind her back. She attempted to bite his cheek and got some skin in her teeth and when she felt blood in her mouth she let go and spat.
"Jesus doesn't love you, he thinks you're a dillhole! Just like me!" She punched him in the stomach just as Harry put the car in park and managed to pull her off her brother.
With a sigh Megan crawled out of her dad's seat with his arms hooked at her elbows. She groaned loudly and tryed to kick at Matt but he just stuck out his tounge and walked away. Dudley tryed to get out of the wading pool but Harry shook his hand and told him to stay put which was good because no one wants to see Dudley in his swimming trunks. Dudley squinted up at Harry from the ground and Harry panted and wiped the sweat from his brow from the struggle in the car and Dudley popped his tounge to lips.
"So, Harry," Dudley began and grabbed a can of cheese. He squeezed it into his mouth with satiscaction and swallowed some water that had absorbed into his shirt. "can I get some money?"
"I've told you Dudley, I only have wizard money." Harry shrugged and shook his head. "But I can transfer it at Gringnotts. We have to go to Diagon Alley anyway for Megan and Matt's school things." He called for Megan who was sitting atop the car, singing 'Henry the Eighth' and keeping the beat by slamming on the roof with her hands.
"I'm Henry the eighth I am, Henry the eighth I am, I am. I got married to the widow next door. She's been married seven- times before and everyone was..."
"MEGAN! Get down from there!" Harry interrupted. She sneered at him and crawled down from the car and headed towards the two men. Harry rubbed his temples and Dudley looked up at him.
"You know, Harry, Riddilin is an option." Dudley offered to his cousin.
"Megan doesn't need Riddilin." Harry said and turned to his daughter who was twirling her way across the lawn. "Don't say a word, Dudley, just not a word."
***
After they had made their way through Diagon Alley to get the children's school things they came home to a house filled with the aroma of Catherine Potter's cooking. During dinner Megan's dog D-O-G {Pronounced Dee-Oh-G} finished off Megan's spaghetti. Matt ran off right after dessert and Megan was left alone with her parents. Harry and Catherine sat watching the television when there was a loud commotion from the hallway. Megan bowled into the living room with an easel and multiple sheets of poster board. She sat up the easel and placed the posterboard in a tidy stack on it. She dashed back to the closet and brought back her wand. Her father tried to ignore her but his fruitless attempts went unnoticed by Megan. Catherine poked Harry with her long index finger and he swatted her off. Megan cleared her throught, demanding attention. He turned to the project in front of him and saw a stick figure on the front sheet of poster board. The stick figure had shoulder length light brown hair and an exaggerated frown across it's face. There were gray storm clouds overhead and a miniture tower with a clock in the background.
"Megan, what is this?" Harry asked irritably.
"This," Megan began officially. "Is me in England (as signifed by my model of Big Ben). Notice the saddness on my face and the gloomy weather." Catherine sat engaged by Megan's work. She pulled the posterboard off the easel and began pointing to the one behind it. The same stick figure was standing on a surfboard on top of a blue wave, riding high. "This is Megan in California." She said with a smile. "There's me surfing, that's the sexy beast that I will marry," she pointed to a very built stick figure with blue hair that matched Megan's wave. "this is the sun. You may not know what that is. It brings warmth, happiness and financial security."
"The sun does not bring finincial security." Harry argued and then flitted his hands around. "Megan, you don't even know how to surf!"
"Because I live in England. If I were to live in California I would be the greatest surfer/witch ever!"
"Surfing is not an option in the Wizardry world." Harry said. Catherine shook her head expecting an argument any second.
"I already called Aunt Lulu. She said she'd be happy to house me." She spoke of her Mother's younger sister, who lived in a hippie commune in California.
"You aren't going to that damn nudist colony!" Harry said, outraged.
"It isn't a nudist colony, Harry. It's just, liberal." Catherine said, trying to calm him down.
"Well, what ever it is, I'm going anyway." Megan stated.
"Not as long as you're living under my roof." Harry said.
"I'd be living under Lulu's roof." Megan smiled. Catherine dropped her head between her knees and shook it.
"GO TO YOU ROOM!" Harry bellowed and Megan stormed away with a loud high pitched squeal. "Have we ever thought of Riddilin for her?"
"Well, we have, she just refuses to take it." Catherine said and rubbed her palms together. Harry calmed down shortly after but heard a pounding as Megan came down the stairs.
"I forgot my project." She said breiftly and drug the big wooden easel up the stairs. She screamed something from her room and Harry told her to come back downstairs.
"What did you say?" Harry asked.
"I said that I would call Aunt Lulu and tell her that my father is too much of an insensitive prick to let me do anything I want with my life and is forcing me to conform like the rest of these Magical idiots." She stated stolidly. Harry began to seethe again and Megan just stormed back up the stairs.