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Just so you know, apparently I spell Guirnsey wrong, and it should be spelt Guernsey (looks at Tash) so sorry about that! Guernsey is where our dear friends Tash, Jenny and Steph live. Telaqure is the beach down the road from where Emma and Beth live. I also haven't done a disclaimer ergh, so here we are.
Disclaimer-We do not own Harry Potter (no shit Sherlock, otherwise I would be in Disney Land Florida now), but however, we do own the Beacons, and unfortunately, in this story, Mr.Kenyon. We also own the Pillars of Wisenessness and the Wall of Knowledge.
It's also the one month anniversary of the Beacons of Red Light a week today. And so, to celebrate, I'm putting up a pretty crap chapter really, but trust me, it gets better! ( I hope ) I couldn't really wait to leave the chapter…I wanted to get it up a.s.ap!
Here's to chapter two! Happy reading, and I hope it's not too bad!
"Kate, I'm tired!"
Beth was panting as she pumped air into the rubber dinghy, her face turning red to match her coat with the effort.
"Well what else are we supposed to do? Chop chop!"
They were both in the garden at Beth's house. The garden was huge, with three different levels. On the first level was where they had played badminton at Beth's thirteenth birthday party 5 years ago, and eaten plates of pancakes, crumpets, muffins, all sorts, including Emma's homemade chocolate cake. Kate had eaten so much it had been a miracle when she managed to stand up.
On the second was the equally huge trampoline, which Kate was sitting on. She had tried on numerous occasions to flutter like a moth while jumping madly on it, though she usually ended up screaming and falling over.
On the third level was the famous chicken pen, where Emma's chickens and cockerel, Errol, pecked at their food. And then of course, there was Emma's sheepdog, Meg. Mad would've been the best word to describe her, as she would run up and down the garden, chasing a car whenever it passed the house through the small, winding country lanes, while barking loudly. Her paws were usually orange from the allergies of grass she had, and dirty from the mud. Kate did love her, really did, but there was always the problem that Meg tended to return this love by sitting on her while she was sleeping.
"One thing I've never understood about Meg, Beth."
"And wh-at would…that….b-be then?" she replied while breathing heavily. Her face was so red now that, along with her coat, she somewhat resembled a tomato with blonde hair.
"Well," Kate continued, "you know when you throw a toy or stick for her to catch? And she chases after it like an average dog, gets it and brings it to you to be thrown again?"
"Uh-hu….h"
"Well, when you take it off her, or attempt to, she absolutely refuses to let go! Surely if she wanted you to throw it again, she'd spit it out?"
Beth smiled. "Well, that-t-s M..M…Meg for you! RIGHT! Finished!"
Kate jumped off the trampoline, landed rather untidily on the ground and walked towards Beth. She smiled when she reached her, and patted her on the back. However, her smile began to fade very quickly. She raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Beth said defensively.
Kate tugged Beth's ear. She looked puzzled, but then she heard it, a hissing noise, coming from the dinghy. It continued to get louder, and louder. The dinghy appeared to be shrinking in size.
"Explain this then," Kate said, picking it up. It was now wrinkly and completely deprived of air.
Beth replied by putting her hands on her hips.
"Well?" Kate inquired.
"Don't look at me!"
"Beth, I am though! We have a small problem here. Mainly because air + dinghy us + Guernsey! I was in bottom set for maths at school, and even I can work that out!"
Beth stamped her foot. "But I DID put air in it-you saw me! GOD Kate!"
Kate frowned and picked up the shrivelled boat. She turned it over.
"Ah HA! Well, my dear Bethy, there is your problem!"
She moved closer to look herself. There, in the bottom of the rubber, was a rip.
"So THAT'S why it took ages to blow up!" Beth said.
Kate shook her head hopelessly. "That's not the point my dear Beacon. The point is, how are we getting to Guernsey?"
Beth opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. They were both stumped. Kate climbed back onto the trampoline, and Beth followed. The first beacon lay flat on her back, eyes closed, while the second sat with her legs crossed, gazing into the distance. The trampoline was often where they relaxed. Emma used to play cards with them while sitting there, only to be driven in by the rain when it started to beat down on them.
There was a soft breeze drifting through the trees, scattering the leaves from autumn's offerings across the grass. Kate drifted slowly to sleep, breathing deeply. Beth sat with her arms crossed, concentrating hard. She was determined to find a way. Minutes passed.
"THAT'S IT!" She stood up and started jumping up and down madly. "KATE! KATE!"
Kate, meanwhile, had been having a very nice dream about how everything around her was made out of chocolate. She had been happily eating large quantities when all of the sudden, everything started bouncing up down. In confusion, she scoffed as much down as she could, only to find it was all disappearing.
"NOOOOOOOO!" she cried, desperately grabbing at all the chocolate as it faded away.
"KATE!"
"WA!"
"KATE!" Beth shouted again, jumping even harder on the trampoline so Kate was bouncing up and down, "I've found a way! It's so simple!"
Kate sat up. "What happened to the chocolate?" she asked, a confused expression on her face.
"What chocolate?" Beth asked slowly.
Kate shook her head quickly to wake herself up properly.
"Nothing. Now, what is this amazing idea you've come up with?"
Half an hour later, they were in the garden, on their hands and knees, attempting to fix the dinghy. Beth had run down the steps into the garage by the front of the house. From where Kate was sitting on the trampoline, she could hear numerous clashes and bangs from the inside, and curses as something(s) found its way onto Beth's head. Finally, she had emerged with a box under her arm.
"It's the repair box!" she had said while grinning. "Our dad always kept it because the dinghy used to rip loads when we first got it".
Kate had stopped. "Where ARE your mum and dad?"
"I don't know," Beth had said, frowning. "They went out this morning somewhere." And the conversation was not pursued, each girl distracted by the task in hand.
Kate had got herself in a mess as usual, her hands covered in tape. Beth, as good intentioned as ever, had attempted to try to help, but instead had made the situation much worse, and now both of them were covered in bits of tape, sticking to their hair and coats.
"THERE!" Kate said, standing up proudly.
There were numerous pieces of water proof tape slapped across the rips.
"At last!" Beth said, rolling her eyes. "Now come on, we have to go to GUERNSEY!"
Kate nodded.
"So, where are we heading next?"
"Telaqura," Kate said, stuffing a tin of chocolate brownies into her rucksack.
"Ah! Hey what the-" Beth said. Meg was butting her side. "What now Meg?"
Meg sat down sorrowfully, whining and gazing into Beth's eyes.
"Kate-"
"NO Beth."
"But whyyyyyyyyyyy? Come on Kate! She's Emma's dog, we can't leave her behind."
"NO!"
Beth crossed her arms. "Humph! Though on second thoughts, it's not up to you anyway, so THERE!" She put Megs lead on, and together they walked out of the garden.
"Hey wait!" Kate shouted, running after them with the dinghy.
"Ready?"
Beth nodded.
"one….two….three!"
They were sitting in the dinghy as it bobbed on the water. Kate had her trumpet to her mouth, while Beth had her tenor horn to hers. When the number three had left Kate's mouth, they both blew as much air as their lungs could hold down their instruments, cheeks puffed out, eye's bulging. Maybe the noise they made did sound very similar to a constipated elephant, but it made the dingy shoot away from the beach, carrying its travellers inside. They both cheered as the coast gradually disappeared from their sight. They were finally starting on their quest.
"I dreamed a dream in time gone by,
When hope was high and life worth living,
I dreamed that love would never die,
I dreamed that god would be fooooooorrrrgiving"
They had been travelling for an hour, everyone now and then having to blow down their instruments. Kate was singing very loud, as she always did.
"Then I was young and unafraid,
When dreams were made and used and wasted,
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song unsung no wine un tasted"
Beth decided to join in as well.
"But the tigers come at night,
With their voices soft as thunder,
As they tear your home apart,
As they turn your dream to shame"
"Pretty depressing song really isn't Kate?" Beth said.
"Yes," Kate agreed, nodding, "mind you, the character singing it has just been sacked, been forced into protestation to save her daughter and is mourning over the loss of her lover."
"I suppose."
"He slept a summer by my side,
He filled my days with endless wonder,"
And this point, however, Beth had stopped, and was staring behind Kate.
"He took my childhood in his stride,
But he was gone when autumn cammmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
"Err…..Kate…."
However, Beth's attempts failed as Kate became increasingly more dramatic with her singing.
"And still I dreamed he'd come to meeeeeeeeeeee,
That we would live the years togethherrrrrrrrrrrr"
BUT THERE ARE DREAMS THAT CANNOT BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
AND THERE ARE STORMS WE CANNOT WEATHER!"
"Kate I really think you should stop…"
"I haaaaaaaaaaaaaad a dream my life would be,
So different from this hell I'm living,
So different now from what it seeeeemmmmeeeeeeedddddd!
Now life has killed the dream…..i dreammmmeeeeeedddddddd"
All the way through this dramatic ending, she did not notice the dark shadow looming over her.
"KATE!"
She sighed. "For gods sake Beth, opera singing here! WHAT!"
"BEHIND YOU!"
Kate slowly turned.
"Bollocks."