"Remind me again, Miss Simander. WHY am I dressing up as a muggle and, most of all, WHY am I letting you choose clothes for me?"
Amelia giggled, blushing furiously, "Because, Sir, I have better muggle fashion sense, and muggles aren't accustomed to seeing a man wearing billowing black capes."
Severus sighed, looking at the clothes Amelia had brought back with her from her excursion to central London. Amongst the line up were a fair amount of dark navy and black denim jeans, along with many white shirts, black shirts with logos or phrases on the front, and some kind of shoe she called 'trainers'. Amelia herself was wearing a black shirt white white stripes down the arms, and denim jeans that had a pattern embroided into the left leg.
Amelia picked out a pair of navy blue jeans, a black shirt with some kind of grungy picture which made absolutely no sense on the front, and tossed the pair of trainers on the top. She held them out for Severus to examine, who looked disgusted.
"...Uhm, Sir, perhaps you should get changed. I'll, uh, wait outisde."
With that Amelia exited, giggling.
Severus gave the clothes one more look of disgust, before taking of his robes.
- - - - - - - -
Half an hour later, and Severus looked quite the part, and somewhat handsome. He looked at Amelia, annoyingly. She laughed, obviously trying to hide it, and failing.
"Yep. Quite the part, I'd say. There's just one more thing."
Amelia pulled her hair tie out, and handed it to Severus, who took a step back when she held her hand out.
"Sir, you'll have to tie your hair back. Muggles aren't usually accustomed to that kinda hair either. Though the odd few people do have rather eccentric hair styles, you'll want to keep a low profile."
Severus was still staring at the hair tie.
"Sir, I haven't got head lice or anything."
Severus reluctantly took the hair tie and tied his hair up into a little bushy stump of greasy black hair.
"Perfect. Sir, would you be able to write a note to Proffesor Dumbledore about my absence?...But, then again...I don't know if he would want-"
Severus held out a hand.
"I'll want to get it over as soon as possible, I hate these clothes already. You're lucky its the half term."
Amelia looked at her feet, "Well, then, according to what I heard, Voldemort's gonna be hanging around in Birmingham. We'll have to catch a muggle train to get there. This would be a good time for you to learn some socialising skills."
Severus threw a death glare at Amelia, and she immediatly shut up.
- - - - - - - -
"Miss Simander, it has only occured to me - we have no muggle money."
"Oh yes we do." Amelia brandished a small plastic card with numbers imprinted onto it.
"This is called a Credit Card. She those little machines built into the wall? You put this into the slot and you can get money out. This is the orphanages Credit Card, which I nicked when I went to get you some muggle clothes. Although you have to be eighteen to get one of these, I look old enough, so its no problem."
Amelia pushed the small card into the slot, pressed some of the buttons on the keypad four times, then a fifth, before recieving five twenty pound notes from the machine. Severus watched in awe.
"...I have to admit, it's a bit faster then the Gringotts goblins."
"Yeah, but less safer. Muggles have made little machines which can copy cards and then, with that, they can steal your money. Gringotts would be the best way to keep money safe."
"So, where now?" Severus asked, with a large tone of annoyance in his voice - he was taking orders from a student, dressed like a muggle, with muggles staring at him as if he were something they had stepped in by accident.
"The train station."
Severus looked up - it was Kings cross station, where Platform nine-and-three-quarters was.
"We're getting on the Hogwarts Express? But thats-"
"No, we're getting a muggle train. Honestly."
Amelia hadn't meant to speak to Severus as if he were an oblivious five-year-old, but he hadn't seemed to notice - he was still staring at a car that was zoooming down the road at an alarming speed.
- - - - - - - -
After a shift looking station staff had given Amelia and Severus their tickets, it was only a short wait until the train came. Once Severus climbed aboard, his head drooped - all the seats were in one whole room, not unlike the Hogwarts Express, which had seperate compartments for the ultime privacy.
"Quicky, Sir, seats tend to go fast."
Severus quickly sat down in a seat with a table placed in the middle, which had another two seats on the side, which were already occupied by one man who was sleeping across both of them. While Severus had tried to save the seat next to him for Amelia, a rather large woman sat down there, and Severus only just managed to get his hand out of the way.
"Sorry," he mouthed to Amelia.
Amelia only smiled back, and she grabbed onto a small rail that was hanging over the ceiling.
- - - - - - - -
After five long stops spanning over 2 hours, the large woman finally got up, leaving the seat next to Severus free. Amelia quickly seized it. Amelia sighed, before turning away from Severus, who was still looking out the window, apparently in awe.
After what seemed like an eternity, the overhead speakers finally called out "Now arriving at Birmingham New Street".
After wondering furiously over where the sound had come from, Severus noticed that Amelia had fallen asleep - on his shoulder. He nudged her hard on her shoulder.
"Miss Simander. Hey. Miss Simander."
Amelia only groaned a little.
"AMELIA."
Amelia immediatly woke up, notcing that she had fallen alseep on Severus' shoulder.
"Oh my God, uh....sorry. Oh God, our stop, c'mon."
- - - - - - - -
Severus stepped off the train and gasped - all around him were muggle shops, with muggles upon muggles walking past him, many often brushing against him, then telling him to 'watch it'.
"Don't act so surprised, Proffesor."
Upon calling Severus Proffesor, many people gave her odd looks.
"Uh, Sir - if we're going undercover, I have to stop calling you Proffesor, otherwise it'll look suspicious and we could blow our cover. So, uh, you just call me, uhhh....whatever. Not Amelia, though."
"Uh, alright....what was your middle name? Rebecca? I'll call you that."
"Okay, and I'll call you....uhh...random name...James!"
"NO," Severus said firmly, having remembered that James Potter made his life as a Hogwarts student a living hell.
"Okay, okay...Steven. Steven?"
Severus winced, "Urgh, what a common filthy muggle name."
Amelia smiled.
- - - - - - - -
"So, when your Dark Mark thingy burns, you're near Voldemort, right? Then you can drop in on one of his Death Eater meetings, and get some cool info."
"Please, REBECCA, I am fed up of your muggle slang."
Amelia sighed. They had checked into a muggle hotel - seperate rooms of course.
"Okay, Sir...uh, Steven, just try to get some sleep. I guess tommorow we'll go looking for him."
"Fine." Severus snapped.
"Well, okay....uh, night....Sev...Steven."
Amelia walked out, shutting the door behind her.
Amelia giggled, blushing furiously, "Because, Sir, I have better muggle fashion sense, and muggles aren't accustomed to seeing a man wearing billowing black capes."
Severus sighed, looking at the clothes Amelia had brought back with her from her excursion to central London. Amongst the line up were a fair amount of dark navy and black denim jeans, along with many white shirts, black shirts with logos or phrases on the front, and some kind of shoe she called 'trainers'. Amelia herself was wearing a black shirt white white stripes down the arms, and denim jeans that had a pattern embroided into the left leg.
Amelia picked out a pair of navy blue jeans, a black shirt with some kind of grungy picture which made absolutely no sense on the front, and tossed the pair of trainers on the top. She held them out for Severus to examine, who looked disgusted.
"...Uhm, Sir, perhaps you should get changed. I'll, uh, wait outisde."
With that Amelia exited, giggling.
Severus gave the clothes one more look of disgust, before taking of his robes.
- - - - - - - -
Half an hour later, and Severus looked quite the part, and somewhat handsome. He looked at Amelia, annoyingly. She laughed, obviously trying to hide it, and failing.
"Yep. Quite the part, I'd say. There's just one more thing."
Amelia pulled her hair tie out, and handed it to Severus, who took a step back when she held her hand out.
"Sir, you'll have to tie your hair back. Muggles aren't usually accustomed to that kinda hair either. Though the odd few people do have rather eccentric hair styles, you'll want to keep a low profile."
Severus was still staring at the hair tie.
"Sir, I haven't got head lice or anything."
Severus reluctantly took the hair tie and tied his hair up into a little bushy stump of greasy black hair.
"Perfect. Sir, would you be able to write a note to Proffesor Dumbledore about my absence?...But, then again...I don't know if he would want-"
Severus held out a hand.
"I'll want to get it over as soon as possible, I hate these clothes already. You're lucky its the half term."
Amelia looked at her feet, "Well, then, according to what I heard, Voldemort's gonna be hanging around in Birmingham. We'll have to catch a muggle train to get there. This would be a good time for you to learn some socialising skills."
Severus threw a death glare at Amelia, and she immediatly shut up.
- - - - - - - -
"Miss Simander, it has only occured to me - we have no muggle money."
"Oh yes we do." Amelia brandished a small plastic card with numbers imprinted onto it.
"This is called a Credit Card. She those little machines built into the wall? You put this into the slot and you can get money out. This is the orphanages Credit Card, which I nicked when I went to get you some muggle clothes. Although you have to be eighteen to get one of these, I look old enough, so its no problem."
Amelia pushed the small card into the slot, pressed some of the buttons on the keypad four times, then a fifth, before recieving five twenty pound notes from the machine. Severus watched in awe.
"...I have to admit, it's a bit faster then the Gringotts goblins."
"Yeah, but less safer. Muggles have made little machines which can copy cards and then, with that, they can steal your money. Gringotts would be the best way to keep money safe."
"So, where now?" Severus asked, with a large tone of annoyance in his voice - he was taking orders from a student, dressed like a muggle, with muggles staring at him as if he were something they had stepped in by accident.
"The train station."
Severus looked up - it was Kings cross station, where Platform nine-and-three-quarters was.
"We're getting on the Hogwarts Express? But thats-"
"No, we're getting a muggle train. Honestly."
Amelia hadn't meant to speak to Severus as if he were an oblivious five-year-old, but he hadn't seemed to notice - he was still staring at a car that was zoooming down the road at an alarming speed.
- - - - - - - -
After a shift looking station staff had given Amelia and Severus their tickets, it was only a short wait until the train came. Once Severus climbed aboard, his head drooped - all the seats were in one whole room, not unlike the Hogwarts Express, which had seperate compartments for the ultime privacy.
"Quicky, Sir, seats tend to go fast."
Severus quickly sat down in a seat with a table placed in the middle, which had another two seats on the side, which were already occupied by one man who was sleeping across both of them. While Severus had tried to save the seat next to him for Amelia, a rather large woman sat down there, and Severus only just managed to get his hand out of the way.
"Sorry," he mouthed to Amelia.
Amelia only smiled back, and she grabbed onto a small rail that was hanging over the ceiling.
- - - - - - - -
After five long stops spanning over 2 hours, the large woman finally got up, leaving the seat next to Severus free. Amelia quickly seized it. Amelia sighed, before turning away from Severus, who was still looking out the window, apparently in awe.
After what seemed like an eternity, the overhead speakers finally called out "Now arriving at Birmingham New Street".
After wondering furiously over where the sound had come from, Severus noticed that Amelia had fallen asleep - on his shoulder. He nudged her hard on her shoulder.
"Miss Simander. Hey. Miss Simander."
Amelia only groaned a little.
"AMELIA."
Amelia immediatly woke up, notcing that she had fallen alseep on Severus' shoulder.
"Oh my God, uh....sorry. Oh God, our stop, c'mon."
- - - - - - - -
Severus stepped off the train and gasped - all around him were muggle shops, with muggles upon muggles walking past him, many often brushing against him, then telling him to 'watch it'.
"Don't act so surprised, Proffesor."
Upon calling Severus Proffesor, many people gave her odd looks.
"Uh, Sir - if we're going undercover, I have to stop calling you Proffesor, otherwise it'll look suspicious and we could blow our cover. So, uh, you just call me, uhhh....whatever. Not Amelia, though."
"Uh, alright....what was your middle name? Rebecca? I'll call you that."
"Okay, and I'll call you....uhh...random name...James!"
"NO," Severus said firmly, having remembered that James Potter made his life as a Hogwarts student a living hell.
"Okay, okay...Steven. Steven?"
Severus winced, "Urgh, what a common filthy muggle name."
Amelia smiled.
- - - - - - - -
"So, when your Dark Mark thingy burns, you're near Voldemort, right? Then you can drop in on one of his Death Eater meetings, and get some cool info."
"Please, REBECCA, I am fed up of your muggle slang."
Amelia sighed. They had checked into a muggle hotel - seperate rooms of course.
"Okay, Sir...uh, Steven, just try to get some sleep. I guess tommorow we'll go looking for him."
"Fine." Severus snapped.
"Well, okay....uh, night....Sev...Steven."
Amelia walked out, shutting the door behind her.