Clutch

Dad's recent fascination with Muggle cars gives Aquamarine a stage to show off. The family was so shocked. Percy hugged her and said in a worried tone, "It doesn't matter even if Aqua's a squib."

Ginny wasn't worried but confused. Did the kiwi hate fixing Dad's car, or it was a pleasure for her?

Every time father asks Aquamarine to come and take a look, she always looks lazy and impatient. Whenever father is inclined to read the instruction himself, she would come in time to fix whatever was wrong quickly.

This weekend, Dad, in his usual way, dismantled the car and assembled it, then dismantled it again. He got excited and told Ginny, who was watching, to fetch her sister to examine the strange noise the engine was making.

As soon as Ginny entered the living room, she saw Aquamarine slumping feebly over the table, refusing to move.

"Why does Dad do such boring things? Can't I take a break?" her sister blinked her innocent big eyes and held a delicate voice. "I'm just a little lazy, but you can't blame me for Dad's Muggle car. It's annoying that dad asks me about it every day."

"Can't you just go and take a look?" Ginny who stood beside her couldn't resist but asked.

Since the voice outside the window continued to call, Aquamarine plugged her ears, pretending not to hear.

"Can I just ignore it?" Aquamarine has a plaintive face.

"Then I'll try. I think I might know something about it."

Hearing this, the lazy sister sat up. "You do? Tell me about it."

"The rubber bat in the clutch oil pump assembly is broken. Just change the clutch in the oil pump assembly." It is the most professional sentence Ginny could recall with the pieces she read from the instructions.

"Ginny," said Aquamarine at last, "I should probably go and take a look at it myself. After all, Dad cares very much about the car."

She passed Ginny by, patted her on the shoulder, and smiled sweetly. The kind of smile that's even brighter than the July sun.

"Get us two glasses of lemonade, will you?"

Ginny's eyes wide opened, she was shocked by her twin sister for the first time. Not because Aquamarine asked for lemonade, but because the hand that tapped on her shoulder revealed her sister knows nothing about cars.

How did the know-it-all Aquamarine solve so many car problems without even knowing what the clutch is?

Ginny sprinted back to the scene after pouring the drinks quickly to see how an amateur was supposed to fix the car.

But she arrived a little bit late, father and sister are talking happily.

"It's as simple as that."

"Yes, the clutch is the key."

They smiled happily and took the lemonade Ginny brought.

Only a few days later, Ginny chatted with the people in the repair shop in the town. She learnt that their automatic-transmission car had no clutch.