First of all, a big, fat apology to all my readers. I'm very sorry to have
kept you waiting. I just was taking a Christmas break, and when school
started again, I got a little busy. Chapters 14 and 15 should be up by
tomorrow, and thank you so much for waiting so patiently and continuing to
review. :)
Disclaimer: Come on, you all already know it..... : )
Chapter 13: On the Long Love Journey
James was standing in front of an arts and crafts store, trying not to look too bored. He had finally convinced Elsa to take a break from the investigation and get down to some real fun, like sightseeing or something. At this point, though, James was deeply regretting. His companion's idea of fun, apparently, involved shopping for decorations to make their little apartment "more homey". James was carrying about a dozen bags in his arms already, all of which were filled with curtains, those weird little metal chimes, aromatherapy stuff, and some Chinese stuff he didn't know. She was completely unstoppable-the shopping gene was not the least bit recessive in her. Now Elsa was searching for paintings to hang up. At least, James told himself, she wasn't emptying their wallets too much. The girl was an expert in hunting for bargains. "Hey Evan!" Elsa called from inside. "Come check this out." With a deep sigh, James dragged himself inside. He spotted Elsa's messy golden-brown flyaways near the counter. She reached out and pulled him up beside her. "That one in the corner-what do you think?" James followed her gaze to a beautiful oil painting of a starry night. Hmmm. It wasn't that bad... James felt a sudden ache. Stars...stars...why did it seem so familiar? The room swam; all James could see were the swirls of yellow, blue and white color. He clutched his head in pain and dropped the packages he was holding. Elsa had dropped down beside him in a moment. "Evan? Are you all right? Can you stand?" The storeowner had a look of concern on her face as well, and started to move around the counter. Shakily, aided by Elsa, James stood. Elsa helped him steady himself. "Evan, let's go home. You must've been tuckered out." James tried to manage a wan smile for her. "I'm OK." Elsa shook her head. "You are not fine. You almost fainted! Come on, let's get you some bed rest and I'll make you some tea." She turned to the storeowner. "Could we leave these packages with you for a while. I'll come back for them later." The storeowner nodded, her face still creased with concern. "It's no problem. Do I need to call a hospital or something?" Elsa smiled. "Thanks, but we can manage." Leaning a bit on her for support, James lumbered out of the store.
Remus sighed. He was an idiot. A sappy, stupid lovesick idiot. Was this what love did to people? He could not believe that he was actually waiting outside a MUGGLE store for Phoebe. Not that he had anything against Muggles, none at all. But it was just that he had never been in this realm in a long, long time. And it felt a little weird. Like he was some sort of...alien. As if he wasn't an alien enough in the wizarding world, being a werewolf and all. As Phoebe came out, holding a bag, Remus smiled and remembered why he had agreed to go on this date: she was just too beautiful in her Muggle sundress. He pretended to be annoyed. "Geez, puppet, haven't you bought enough already?" he snapped, snatching the package from her. Phoebe blinked innocently at him, and Remus could feel the corners of his mouth twitching. She was just so very cute. "Come on. There's an arts and crafts store there I'd like to visit." She tugged gently on his hand. Remus tried to keep his grin non-goofy as they walked down the street. Remus caught a reflection of them in a store window, and he realized how much like a real couple they looked. Well, yeah, considering they WERE a real couple. But only now had it hit him full force: he was part of a couple. Something he had always avoided. And the thing was, he was happy. "Oof!" Phoebe stumbled as someone bumped into her. The bumper, a pretty girl with short golden-brown hair, turned. "Sorry!" She was supporting a tall guy with black hair. Remus squinted. Black hair that looked so very familiar... "James," he whispered. "Hey! James!" But the couple had already disappeared. Phoebe sidled up beside him. "What was that?" Remus couldn't tear his eyes from the crowd. "We have to find Lily," he gasped. Phoebe followed his gaze to the throng of people, clearly confused. "Why?" "That guy....the one we ran into...I think it might be James."
Disclaimer: Come on, you all already know it..... : )
Chapter 13: On the Long Love Journey
James was standing in front of an arts and crafts store, trying not to look too bored. He had finally convinced Elsa to take a break from the investigation and get down to some real fun, like sightseeing or something. At this point, though, James was deeply regretting. His companion's idea of fun, apparently, involved shopping for decorations to make their little apartment "more homey". James was carrying about a dozen bags in his arms already, all of which were filled with curtains, those weird little metal chimes, aromatherapy stuff, and some Chinese stuff he didn't know. She was completely unstoppable-the shopping gene was not the least bit recessive in her. Now Elsa was searching for paintings to hang up. At least, James told himself, she wasn't emptying their wallets too much. The girl was an expert in hunting for bargains. "Hey Evan!" Elsa called from inside. "Come check this out." With a deep sigh, James dragged himself inside. He spotted Elsa's messy golden-brown flyaways near the counter. She reached out and pulled him up beside her. "That one in the corner-what do you think?" James followed her gaze to a beautiful oil painting of a starry night. Hmmm. It wasn't that bad... James felt a sudden ache. Stars...stars...why did it seem so familiar? The room swam; all James could see were the swirls of yellow, blue and white color. He clutched his head in pain and dropped the packages he was holding. Elsa had dropped down beside him in a moment. "Evan? Are you all right? Can you stand?" The storeowner had a look of concern on her face as well, and started to move around the counter. Shakily, aided by Elsa, James stood. Elsa helped him steady himself. "Evan, let's go home. You must've been tuckered out." James tried to manage a wan smile for her. "I'm OK." Elsa shook her head. "You are not fine. You almost fainted! Come on, let's get you some bed rest and I'll make you some tea." She turned to the storeowner. "Could we leave these packages with you for a while. I'll come back for them later." The storeowner nodded, her face still creased with concern. "It's no problem. Do I need to call a hospital or something?" Elsa smiled. "Thanks, but we can manage." Leaning a bit on her for support, James lumbered out of the store.
Remus sighed. He was an idiot. A sappy, stupid lovesick idiot. Was this what love did to people? He could not believe that he was actually waiting outside a MUGGLE store for Phoebe. Not that he had anything against Muggles, none at all. But it was just that he had never been in this realm in a long, long time. And it felt a little weird. Like he was some sort of...alien. As if he wasn't an alien enough in the wizarding world, being a werewolf and all. As Phoebe came out, holding a bag, Remus smiled and remembered why he had agreed to go on this date: she was just too beautiful in her Muggle sundress. He pretended to be annoyed. "Geez, puppet, haven't you bought enough already?" he snapped, snatching the package from her. Phoebe blinked innocently at him, and Remus could feel the corners of his mouth twitching. She was just so very cute. "Come on. There's an arts and crafts store there I'd like to visit." She tugged gently on his hand. Remus tried to keep his grin non-goofy as they walked down the street. Remus caught a reflection of them in a store window, and he realized how much like a real couple they looked. Well, yeah, considering they WERE a real couple. But only now had it hit him full force: he was part of a couple. Something he had always avoided. And the thing was, he was happy. "Oof!" Phoebe stumbled as someone bumped into her. The bumper, a pretty girl with short golden-brown hair, turned. "Sorry!" She was supporting a tall guy with black hair. Remus squinted. Black hair that looked so very familiar... "James," he whispered. "Hey! James!" But the couple had already disappeared. Phoebe sidled up beside him. "What was that?" Remus couldn't tear his eyes from the crowd. "We have to find Lily," he gasped. Phoebe followed his gaze to the throng of people, clearly confused. "Why?" "That guy....the one we ran into...I think it might be James."