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Chapter eleven: High-Jacking a Magic Carpet

"She's built like a brick shit house!" Lemo said nodding in the direction of the slutty get-up Pansy Parkinson was wearing.

"A brick shit house?"

"Yes. Square, large and crappy."

"Oh...kay..."

"Children! Quick go through the barrier!" Mrs. Weasel said, as Pansy ran through the barrier.

"Sure thing Mrs. Weasel!" Andy said saluting and dragging Lemo, Mione and Emo through the barrier. Just as Barry was about to follow, Minnie spoke up,

"Mum...have you seen my jumper?"

"Yes, dear it was on the cat."

"Cat?"

"Yes, dear! The one in the car!"

"Mum...There wasn't a cat in the car..."

"Nonsense Donald! You, Andrew and Barry go back to the car and get Minnie's jumper!"

"All three of us?" Andrew asked doubtfully, "Mrs. Weasel does it really take three of us to carry a jumper?"

"What if you get mugged! Boys, I want all three of you to go...Minnie and I will go on ahead..."

Barry, Andrew and Don exchanged looks as Mrs. Weasel and Minnie disapeared into the barrier.

"Don...I don't want to be mean but-"

"My mothers nuts?"

Andrew nodded gratefully.

"Well, we better get a move on. The trains due to leave soon..."

"Jumper?" Don asked, he and the boys strolled briskly towards the barrier.

"Yep," Barry said holding up the fluffy yellow jumper, Andrew sneezed,

"Dude...I think I'm allergic to your-"

The boys all strolled into the barrier, not through, into.

"Huh?" Barry said, hitting the brick barrier with his hand, "Shit! It's solid!"

"What the fuck! It's can't be!" Andrew said, also hitting the wall. Don began to knock on the wall, knocking high and low, hoping to find a spot that wasn't solid.

"Fuck!"

Andrew pushed his weight against the wall,

"C'mon barry help me push..."

"Open says me!" Don said, almost poking Barry's eye out as he did an odd arm movement.

"It's open sesame, dumbarse!" Andrew, stopped pushing and also began doing arm movements. Barry watched the pair, him and most of the muggles in their immediate area,

"Uhh...guys? We're being watched..."

Andrew and Don stood bolt upright and stepped away from the wall, instinctively, Andrew ruffled the back of his hair.

"Not that kind of watching, idiot!"

"Oh," Andrew looked slightly put out, "It's like I have 'taken' written across my forehead!"

"That's 'cause you do..." Don teased.

"I do? Fuck!" Andrew rubbed at his head with his hand.

"Focus! Guys! The barrier is blocked and-"

"...And we've just missed our train!" Don finished looking at his watch, "Here goes nothing!"

Andrew and Barry swaped worried glances as Don turned and walked away from the wall,

"Don, what are you going to-"

Don turned again and ran determindly at the barrier.

"Don, you fucker! You'll bloody hurt your-"

Andrew and Barry flinched as they heard the nasty bang of Don hitting the wall, then falling flat on his face.

Lemo, Andy, Emo and Mione walked down the train searching for a compartment, suddenly Minnie appeared behind them,

"Lemo, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Lemo grimaced,

"Sure whatever."

Minnie pulled Lemo away from the others as Mione, Andy and Emo exchanged looks. Minnie glared at them, making them turn and continue walking down the train.

"So...Hi, how are-" Lemo began, trying to make some polite conversation.

"Cut the crap. Are you really serious about Barry?"

"What the fuck? What kind of-"

"Answer the question."

"Yea...I guess...I mean, I dunno...He's a great-"

"Just as I thought you're just leading him on," Minnie folded her arms across her chest.

"Hey, that's not true! I-"

"Whatever...Lets say it this way...If you hurt Barry, I swear, I will fucking kill you," Minnie then turned on her heel and walked off to find a compartment, leaving Lemo gobsmacked.

"He is alive, aye?" Andrew said prodding Don's cheek.

"Yea, I think so, just knocked himself unconcious," Barry said feeling Don's pulse, "He's alive."

Andrew heaved a sigh of relief,

"Well, I guess he has a story to tell the grandkids!"

Barry and Andrew sniggered as they looked around, people were watching them with interest.

"We're filming a hidden camera show!" Andrew called to the crowd, "Reality TV! Tune in to Channel three, in two weeks time, six o'clock Mondays!" The muggles nodded understanding and continued with their business. Barry laughed,

"Shot! Now what we going to do? We can't get through...what if Mrs. Weasel can't get back?"

Andrew stroked his chin,

"Hmmm...We could take the car..."

Barry thought about it,

"Do you know how to drive it?"

"No idea."

"Neither, we're screwed! Fucking screw - Uh oh, what are you thinking?"

"What if - "

"If it involves fire: no."

"Oh. What about - "

"No, we can't buy gun powder."

"Bugger...What about - "

"No, I don't own a huge rubber band."

"Wow, fuck - "

"I have no idea."

"Shit, that's just getting scary..." Andrew looked scared. Barry shook head,

"Andrew, your just so predictable!"
"Well, how about," Andrew began, waiting for Barry to interupt, only he didn't, "Well, why don't we go see the random Indian guy, with a sign saying, 'Flying Carpets'?"

"Huh?" Barry turned and saw an Indian holding up a sign saying 'Flying Carpets', "Oh sure Andrew, like a muggle is going to have a flying carpet! Besides we don't have any money!"

"It's simple isn't it we borrow one!"

"Borrow? And how the hell are we going to return it?"

"I'm, sure Mione knows a spell!"

"But-"

"You got a better idea?" Barry shook his head, "I didn't think so. Now here's the plan..."

Five minutes later, Andrew stood in the middle of the train station, arms raised,

"BEHOLD! I AM THE GREAT PICKLE OF ROMANIA!" he bellowed, everyone in the train station turned to look at him, including the Indian.

"FEEL MY WRATH! OR I SHALL...EAT YOU! BE AMAZED BY MY BEAUTY!"

Several muggles scoffed,

"OR NOT! BUT THAT DOES NOT ALTER MY GREATNESS! (AND WHOEVER SCOFFED, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND SHE'S BETTER THAN ANY BITCH YOU COULD GET!) COME CLOSER! WHO WOULD LIKE TO BE THE FIRST TO BE SHOWN MY TALENT!" Andrew yelled, unfazed by being the main focus of the public.

"NO TAKERS? WELL I'LL CHOOSE!" He searched the crowd, then pretended to spot the Indian, "GOOD IMMIGRANT SIR! WOULD YOU CARE TO STEP FORWARD?"

The Indian nervously stepped forward and walked towards Andrew. Unnoticed, Barry slipped into the man's stall and grabbed a carpet. The Indian finally managed to push through the crowd to Andrew. Getting the thumbs up from Barry, Andrew spoke,

"ALAKAZAMBOOZLE! FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF! CAPITCHA! ZAM! Now! That's the end of the show! Remember to floss daily and brush twice! Candy is dandy, but fruit makes you poop! Never forget the great pickle! Adios!"

Then Andrew and Barry ran out of the station, to where they had piled their bags and Don, hoping to God the magic carpet really was magic...