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A/N: Sorry for the lack of update! I have homework and stuff…and right now, I'm just taking a break.
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As Lily and her family stepped out of the limo, several house-elves rushed out and took their luggage. Petunia, once mesmerized with the mansion, was horrified to find ugly little demons coming and taking their belongings. She held her purse up high so that the tiny elves couldn't reach it. Lily thought that Petunia was being silly.
Petunia glared at Lily, who was giggling as the elf took her trunk and bowed.
"I wouldn't want to touch your stuff after that devil took it," Petunia said rather rudely. Lily rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't even touch my things even if they didn't take it, Petty dear. You're afraid that you will be abnormal too."
"Yeah? Well, Lily Dearest, you're the pride and joy of this family. What would everything think of you if I said that you cursed me with that stick of yours?"
"It's called a wand. Besides, even if I did, it would take a while for them to believe I did, since I'm the pride and joy of this family."
It took a while for Petunia to realize what Lily really meant. By the time she got the hidden message, she was scowling since Lily walked over to Mr. Evans.
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James and Sirius had to say good-bye to Remus. Remus was going to have his full moon soon, and he forgot about that at the midst of being joyful about the Potter's home, so his mother flooed over to bring him back.
"Don't worry, James and Sirius, Remus will be back in three days," assured Mrs. Potter as Mrs. Lupin and Remus flooed to their house.
"Wow, three days, that's such a short time!" James said scathingly.
Mr. Potter rolled his eyes. "What could you do in three days with him anyway? Sit around, waiting for food, then sleep? Just be patient, alright?"
"Not that I can say no, right Mr. Potter?" Sirius asked smiling innocently.
Mr. Potter laughed. "You know what, Sirius. When I was young, I didn't know what to answer. Do I say 'yes', or do I say 'no'? Yes could mean 'that's right, you can't', but No could mean 'nope, you can't!'"
Sirius looked confused for a while.
"Am I mixing things up for you, Sirius?" he asked teasingly at Sirius' concentrating face.
James laughed and patted Sirius' back. Sirius, unaware of James' action, stumbled forward. Sirius then grimaced at James, who was smiling harmlessly.
Picking up his trunk, he swung it at James, but missed and narrowly hit Petunia, who was walking forward. Horrified at the 'mad-man's' actions, she whimpered and walked behind Lily, who was talking to Mr. Evans about house-elves. He seemed rather interested in elves, and always thought that they looked somewhat 'Legolas-y.'
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Lily and Petunia were walking to the fountain. Well, more of Lily made fun of Petunia about not going to the fountain because it's wizard-made, and Petunia was very prideful, so: Lily and Petunia were walking to the fountain.
Petunia, soon forgetting about abnormality, reached to touch the pure water. Lily slapped her hand away.
"What was that for?" Petunia asked, glaring and massaging her hand.
"What do you think? If you owned this beautiful fountain with such wonderful water, would you want people you just met to touch it with their bare hands? I don't think so, especially since that person hates you."
Petunia sighed. "Sometimes, you talk way too much…it's not good for you, Lily dear."
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"Aww…isn't that adorable? Two sisters are talking about something debatable!" Sirius cooed as he stared at Lily and Petunia talk.
James rolled his eyes and patted Sirius on the back. Sirius stumbled forward again. "STOP DOING THAT, MATE!" Sirius howled.
"Boys, are you arguing?" Mr. Potter asked as Will got off the car holding jars of firewhisky.
Sirius and James stared at the alcoholic liquid. Mr. Potter shook his head and sighed.
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Mr. and Mrs. Evans walked over to Lily and Petunia.
"Girls, are you excited about this trip?" Mr. Evans asked brightly.
"NO!" Petunia and Lily said at the same time.
"I hate abnormal people, like them!" Petunia said.
"I hate their children!" Lily said.
Then, they looked at each other and glared.
"Racist," Lily muttered.
"Wanna-be," Petunia mumbled.
"Women," Mr. Evans murmured.
"Excuse me?" Mrs. Evans said.
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So, as soon as the elves managed their magic and sent all the trunks into the living room, Mrs. Potter went to the Evans' and Mr. Potter escorted the two hyper boys as they swished their half empty jars of firewhisky and threw Bertie's beans at each other, laughing, since they found the box with the most firewhisky flavor.
Sirius gurgled. Mr. Potter decided to lift up their 'drunkness' so they could act normal in front of the Evans'…not that they could ever be normal in the eyes of Petunia, no matter how polite everyone was.
To test that the charm worked, Mr. Potter looked at James.
"What is one plus one, James?" he asked.
"You're so stupid. You have to ask me? Dhuuuuuuhuhhu…" James laughed stupidly, whereas Sirius was normal and was actually laughing stupidly.
Mr. Potter tried again, emphasizing his wand strokes.
"James, how old am I?"
"You're so old…I lost track of the digits, even."
Yep, he's back to normal. Mr. Potter stowed away his wand and walked to Mrs. Potter, who was engaged in a conversation with Mrs. Evans about handkerchiefs.
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The mansion was held on some sort of strong alloy that was quite high. There were steps and ramps, and even an elevator!
Lily looked at the elevator doors. It was also gold, and the buttons were diamonds, whereas the arrows were silver-colored.
Mr. Potter stroked his chin. "We should use the elevator. Your bedrooms are on the fifth floor…I wouldn't want to walk up the stairs. Your luggage is in the fifth floor living room, the elves have prepared everything in all our fifth floor bedrooms, so you may choose whichever you want."
James looked at his father. "What's wrong with the other floors below it?" he asked.
Mr. Potter shrugged. "Your mum's side of the family is there."
Mr. Potter never got along with his wife's family. His mother-in-law (Mrs. Pinewood) is so fussy about his appearance, as it never matched her idea of a muscular man with brown messy hair and a beard. Well, the messy hair was matched, but her expectations were high. Her ideal son-in-law had to be six foot six, no matter what; have a good job and loves to eat pork.
Mr. Potter likes chicken.
Mrs. Potter sighed. "They really aren't that bad," she said resignedly.
"Totally not bad."
Sirius pushed the elevator button, and five seconds later, a figure appeared out of it. It was a short woman, around five feet tall with gray and black hair and light blue eyes. She was holding a package.
"Hello, mother!" Mrs. Potter said cheerily, whereas Mr. Potter grunted.
"I got sliced pork in here," Mrs. Pinewood said holding up the package.
"Lovely…" muttered Mr. Potter as he stuffed his hands into his pant pockets. Lily was reminded of James when she saw Mr. Potter's reaction. It looked as if James had had to talk to Snape.
"I know it is…you foul Quidditch player!" Mrs. Pinewood cried as if she was in a battle and flung herself on top of Mr. Potter, who staggered and fell on the ground. James and Sirius couldn't help but burst out laughing. Mrs. Pinewood's shrieked as she pulled on Mr. Potter's hair, and the Evans' stared dumbstruck.
"Well…heh-heh…that's out way of greeting each other…" Mr. Potter said feebly as he held up Mrs. Pinewood and hurried inside the elevator.
The elevator had gold handlebars in front of velvet seats. The sides were clear with golden rails so they could see each level of the mansion. The numbers 1-25 were labeled neatly on the buttons and the carpet was red with gold stripes. The elevator could've been about the size of Lily's bedroom! James pressed on the number five, and the number lit up into a royal shade of orange.
"Fast, or slow?" James asked Mr. Potter.
"We're in no hurry! Let's look at our house from here," came his answer. James nodded and clicked on 'medium speed' and switched the AC on.
"Hmm…we could even sleep in here!" Mr. Evans joked as he patted the plush velvet couch that was shaped as a long oval in the middle of the elevator. Mr. Potter laughed heartily with him as everyone sat down, looking at the first floor. They could see scurrying house-elves carrying a dish of sandwiches, drinks and other things.
"That's for the dinner tonight," Mrs. Potter informed the Evans'.
"I see!" Mrs. Evans smiled.
James and Sirius stared out as they saw the second floor. A brown haired woman, her hair tied into different directions and pinned with many clips with purple bangs was walking in a hot pink dress, holding a bright green purse. James shuddered.
Lily grimaced at her fashion. "Who is she?" she asked James. She didn't want to call his name, or be impolite in front of the adults to call him 'Potter.'
"I'm not really sure…" he mumbled, though Lily knew that James probably knew who she was.
"At least the next person over there looks normal enough!" Sirius chimed in. Sure enough, there was a black haired girl wearing muggle clothes. She was talking to a shorter girl with red curls.
At level three, they saw a little boy playing on a toy broomstick with a little girl. The girl seemed to be crying because she tripped over her broom. A woman then came and picked the little girl up.
Level four came, and they saw a snooty looking boy picking his nose. James looked at the boy in horror.
"Mum…is that Robbie McSteve?" James asked.
"Well…" Mrs. Potter looked uncomfortable. "Yes, he is…you can't expect me to not invite him if my sister is here!"
"You could have just not invited anyone," Mr. Potter muttered.
"Now really…"
At last, level five came and the elevator stopped. The doors opened to reveal a big space. It had seven hallways. The gigantic empty space had a large chandelier at the ceiling, and it shone elegantly. Batches of flowers were in the space and two elves were walking and sprinkling water on them.
"Wow…how much does this house cost?" Mr. Evans asked the Potters'.
"I inherited it from the ancestors…and modified a few things…" Mr. Potter said.
"Well…I'm flabbergasted. So this place has 25 floors?" Mrs. Evans asked.
Mrs. Potter smiled. "Well, we have an extra floor, that's the indoor swimming pool. The change rooms are connected to the pool by stairs."
"Very nice!"
The women then talked about fitness.
"Hey dad! DAD!" James yelled as Mr. Potter ignored his son.
"Honestly, one of these days, I think I'm going to get laryngitis. Then, I'll be kidnapped by Death Eaters and tortured, and I can't even scream 'Help Dad.'"
Mr. Potter then turned to his son. "Do not ever say that again."
Then he turned back to his conversation with Mr. Evans.
James huffed and puffed and blew Sirius down. Sirius, of course, being the fool he was, actually did fall. Well, actually, he tripped over James' foot when James saw no response. Sirius landed on Mr. Potter, who instantly fell on Mr. Evans. Just then, Mrs. Evans was walking back a bit and Mr. Evans toppled on her. Since she was talking with Mrs. Potter, she fell also. Soon, there was a heap of confused humans on the floor. Sirius and James snickered a little, but Petunia pursed her lips and Lily rolled her eyes and buried her face into her hands.
The house elves scurried over, still holding their water jugs. They tried to pick Mr. Potter up from his arms, but the water sprinkled all over his head.
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Eh…..I'll update soon….I HOPE.