Lori's car pulled into the driveway at 5 Privet Drive, and then the
trunk hood opened. Amaya got out, pull out a duffel bag from the trunk, and
walked to the front door. There, she waited impatiently for Lori. Lori, got
out of the car, pulled another duffel bag from the trunk, closed the hood
and walked to the door. She opened it for Amaya, but walked in first.
Amaya walked into the house, dropped her bag, and closed the door behind her. She sat on the stairs and leaned back, letting out a heavy sigh.
"Staring at a ceiling," she began, "This is so far the high point of my day. Could it get any better?"
"You could always go unpack all that junk in your room." Lori replied.
"Funny Lauwei, really funny."
The doorbell rang. Lori looked at Amaya, and Amaya lifted her head to look at Lori.
"Muggles," she said, "and one wizard. The muggles don't like our kind, and I'm not getting that." Then she got up, and walked up the stairs.
"I will find my room, and make sure my mattress is the same way it was when I left it."
When she was finally out of view, Lori went to open the door. Really, she began to think, can't they even give us a chance to move in before they annoy us? She opened it, and came face to face with the Dursleys. If there was a prize for the most awkward moment, this would have won it. She opened the door right when Mr. Dursley was telling Harry "no funny business," and Mrs. Dursley behind him agreeing. Dudley was at home, watching TV. Lori cleared her throat to gain their attention, and then forced herself to smile politely.
"Hello," she began, "Is there something that I can help you with?" Really, why was she asking such things? Still, she had to be polite. Her temper was something not to be reckoned with. Amaya could tell anyone that by experience.
Mr. Dursley smiled in return.
"Hello there," he began, "Just here to welcome you to the neighborhood. Vernon Dursley's the name."
He held out his hand, and Lori had to shake it, still having a fake smile on her face.
"Pleased to meet you," she replied. "My name is Lori Metallium."
"Very nice to meet you."
Right now, Lori was thinking something along the lines of "Please let it be over now." She had 'issues' with muggles. She really couldn't stand them, but had promised Amaya to hold her temper as long as she could.
"This is my wife," he continued, "Petunia."
Lori and Mrs. Dursley smiled at each other, and then Mr. Dursley continued with the introductions.
"And our nephew," (he had to force out the word nephew) "Harry Potter."
Lori's facial expression didn't change. Though she was quite shocked. So this was the wizard boy that had defeated Voldemort. She shook Harry's hand, and muttered a "please to meet you." She thought it was all over now, but he kept talking.
"Such a shame you couldn't meet our son right now. But he's so punctual on getting his summer assignments done."
Lori raised an eyebrow, Harry snorted. He didn't mean to. But it was ironic, he was the one that had argued to stay home because he was the one that needed to finish his summer assignments. Lori decided this was going to take a while, so she invited them in. As soon as they were inside, she closed the door and called up the stairs.
"Amaya!" she yelled, "Come down here and meet the neighbors!"
There was a muffled answer. Obviously, she had found her mattress and a few pillows while she was at it. Amaya slid off the bed, walked out her room, and to the top of the stairs. She looked down at Lori, and then at the Dursleys. Now she had to be polite.
"Amaya," Lori began, with a somewhat evil smile on her face. "These are our neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, and their nephew Harry."
"Good afternoon," she began innocently. When you got into trouble as much as she used to, you knew how to act 'good.' She started to walk down the steps. "How are you today?"
"Quite fine," Mrs. Dursley replied. "And how are you?"
"I'm alright." Amaya had reached the bottom of the steps by now. "I was just up in my room, unpacking my books."
"You like to read, do you?"
"Of course, mostly novels though. I never really could read any of the fantasy books. All the talk of magic and unicorns and things is really preposterous."
She was good. And Mr. and Mrs. Dursley looked quite pleased with their new neighbors already. They smiled at her, what an example of what a 'normal' child should be. Lori ushered the Dursleys into one of the rooms with furniture in it, and they sat down. Amaya had led Harry out into the backyard.
Amaya walked into the house, dropped her bag, and closed the door behind her. She sat on the stairs and leaned back, letting out a heavy sigh.
"Staring at a ceiling," she began, "This is so far the high point of my day. Could it get any better?"
"You could always go unpack all that junk in your room." Lori replied.
"Funny Lauwei, really funny."
The doorbell rang. Lori looked at Amaya, and Amaya lifted her head to look at Lori.
"Muggles," she said, "and one wizard. The muggles don't like our kind, and I'm not getting that." Then she got up, and walked up the stairs.
"I will find my room, and make sure my mattress is the same way it was when I left it."
When she was finally out of view, Lori went to open the door. Really, she began to think, can't they even give us a chance to move in before they annoy us? She opened it, and came face to face with the Dursleys. If there was a prize for the most awkward moment, this would have won it. She opened the door right when Mr. Dursley was telling Harry "no funny business," and Mrs. Dursley behind him agreeing. Dudley was at home, watching TV. Lori cleared her throat to gain their attention, and then forced herself to smile politely.
"Hello," she began, "Is there something that I can help you with?" Really, why was she asking such things? Still, she had to be polite. Her temper was something not to be reckoned with. Amaya could tell anyone that by experience.
Mr. Dursley smiled in return.
"Hello there," he began, "Just here to welcome you to the neighborhood. Vernon Dursley's the name."
He held out his hand, and Lori had to shake it, still having a fake smile on her face.
"Pleased to meet you," she replied. "My name is Lori Metallium."
"Very nice to meet you."
Right now, Lori was thinking something along the lines of "Please let it be over now." She had 'issues' with muggles. She really couldn't stand them, but had promised Amaya to hold her temper as long as she could.
"This is my wife," he continued, "Petunia."
Lori and Mrs. Dursley smiled at each other, and then Mr. Dursley continued with the introductions.
"And our nephew," (he had to force out the word nephew) "Harry Potter."
Lori's facial expression didn't change. Though she was quite shocked. So this was the wizard boy that had defeated Voldemort. She shook Harry's hand, and muttered a "please to meet you." She thought it was all over now, but he kept talking.
"Such a shame you couldn't meet our son right now. But he's so punctual on getting his summer assignments done."
Lori raised an eyebrow, Harry snorted. He didn't mean to. But it was ironic, he was the one that had argued to stay home because he was the one that needed to finish his summer assignments. Lori decided this was going to take a while, so she invited them in. As soon as they were inside, she closed the door and called up the stairs.
"Amaya!" she yelled, "Come down here and meet the neighbors!"
There was a muffled answer. Obviously, she had found her mattress and a few pillows while she was at it. Amaya slid off the bed, walked out her room, and to the top of the stairs. She looked down at Lori, and then at the Dursleys. Now she had to be polite.
"Amaya," Lori began, with a somewhat evil smile on her face. "These are our neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, and their nephew Harry."
"Good afternoon," she began innocently. When you got into trouble as much as she used to, you knew how to act 'good.' She started to walk down the steps. "How are you today?"
"Quite fine," Mrs. Dursley replied. "And how are you?"
"I'm alright." Amaya had reached the bottom of the steps by now. "I was just up in my room, unpacking my books."
"You like to read, do you?"
"Of course, mostly novels though. I never really could read any of the fantasy books. All the talk of magic and unicorns and things is really preposterous."
She was good. And Mr. and Mrs. Dursley looked quite pleased with their new neighbors already. They smiled at her, what an example of what a 'normal' child should be. Lori ushered the Dursleys into one of the rooms with furniture in it, and they sat down. Amaya had led Harry out into the backyard.