Disclaimer's: All and Any HP character's do not belong to be and neither does the Journey song (Cause I am no where near the genious of Journey :-D) which lyrics are in bold and italics. However, Cyan, Emma, Eliza ... and Fabiola are mine. Though if you listen to Eliza she should be locked up lol

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"Oh my goodness, who knew that mud could be so vicious?"

Eliza groaned under the pressure of feeling every inch of skin on her back, shoulders, thighs, and … private region (the thought making the young woman turn red) throb as though she'd been under a thousand tap dancers. Beginners.

Whoever had said that spa days were supposed to be relaxing was going to receive a very well written, very angry letter from a very irate and in pain former magic user. It was just not on to end the day in the emergency room. Not relaxing and soothing to say the least. Yes, a very angry letter. With exclamation marks! Not too much of course or that would seem just childish and not at all professional. It was too bad the muggles didn't know about howlers … Now just to find out who had invented making spas a franchise.

"The five year olds that use it for weapons."

Cyan said as she handed her a large stirring spoon.

"Here."

"This is not funny," sitting against a bunch of fluffy pillows, Eliza managed to scowl at her friend as she grabbed the spoon, only to end up wincing slightly.

"Funny? I never said I thought today was funny."

The expression of Cyan's face was one of sympathetic solemness.

However, at the hard and dubious glare her injured best friend was giving her said kind look slipped into one of immense amusement. "I said I thought it was down right hilarious."

"Shut up." Eliza's scowl deepened as she sunk the spoon into the creamy goodness of Breyer's Cookies and Cream aka The Comfort Manna of the Gods.

She would also have to write an angry letter to the person who came up with the idea that best mates should take their other unsuspecting, naïve and trusting best mates to have something horrible and waxy named after a rather delightful country in South America (she would write a letter on false advertising, too) all done by a woman named Fabiola who was supposed to be an expert but was really a spawn of the Devil. Such a person deserved five angry letters and a kick in the head. Well, maybe the kick in the head was a bit much. It wasn't as if the person knew that she'd already been having a bad day and that Cyan, who was currently looking like she wanted giggle and right out and out laugh at her, was really a troll disguised as a friend. Still the idea, while no longer making sense to her, brought her some mild comfort. Sure, she was still realizing that had muscles in her legs that she never existed. However, that was the key word. Mild.

"In fact, I remember clearly saying that it looked like you pulled those moves right out of the Three Stooges; especially when you jumped off the mat simultaneously giving Fabby a kick that would have made Pele proud and spraining your back." Came the loud snigger.

"I said shut up."

If only dark eyes were super powered lasers, then the glares Eliza was giving her now FORMER best bud would have melted the shorter woman. "What kind of friend laughs at her friend's pain?"

Said shorter woman cocked a sardonic brow.

"The friend that got taken down into the mud bath because her pal saw it fit to trip over thin air?"

All scowling melted into a sheepish expression.

"I apologized about that."

"No problem,"

She responded with a shrug, grabbing the ice cream and spoon from Eliza's hands despite protests of being injured. "You're lucky I don't mind the down and dirty look or else you would have been in mucho trouble. Though I don't think Emma will forgive you for ruining her Gucci." Cyan smiled suddenly. "Good job with that."

Giving up on getting back the ice cream that was supposed to be HER comfort, Eliza grabbed one of the many pillows that she was leaning back on and buried her face into it.

"Now, now. Don't worry about it. It's not like Emkenstein doesn't have fifty thousand more of those same shoes back at her place."

"Don't call her that."

Eliza muttered out the typical command without much thinking.

Just like her best friend's stepfather, Eliza was always trying to get Emma and Cyan to get along. Knowing Emma from back in Hogwarts, Eliza had never had any bad thoughts of the older female. In fact, Emma was one of the rare student's who had seen it fit NOT to play stuff 'Pathetic Patterson' in the broomcloset. Emma had always had a kind word for her and in fact had let her borrow some of her advanced books because let's face it, one had to actually earn a nickname such as 'Pathetic Patterson'. They didn't just hand them out for free, you know. Sure Emma was a reserved and at times snobby Brit, but deep down Eliza liked to believe that the two of them were cut from the same cloth. Bookies. And if Cyan could adore her then she could surely tolerate her step-sister. It made sense. Then again, maybe BECAUSE it made sense Cyan refused to see the reasoning. Her best mate was nothing but stubborn, hardheaded, and many times ridiculously close-minded. This was funny because Cyan had to be one of the most free-loving, sympathetic, understanding people she knew. However, when it came to certain things it was black and white; Emma being very much in the black. Nevertheless, that didn't stop Eliza from trying. Sure, she had been at it for nearly the past four years. That meant nothing. After all Patterson's were not quitters.

Cyan opened her mouth to argue but staved whatever comment she would have made by placing a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. Eliza had that look on her face. It was a fine mixture of disappointment, determination, and disbelief that said Eliza couldn't fathom why she was being so 'ridiculously stubborn', as her friend liked to put it.

She had millions of reasons, Cyan did, as to why she was ridiculously stubborn about her stepsister and had no bones about listing them all one by one. However, tonight, she wouldn't. Eliza was in pain, and for some reason she liked Emma, so Cyan would do nothing to upset her pal. This is was one of the 'if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all' situations. Those situations always played badly for Cyan because she wasn't one for tact. Therefore, she ate ice cream.

"She really is a nice girl."

Eliza continued.

Cyan just nodded slowly, taking another spoon of ice cream.

"And she does try to get along with you. Sometimes."
Eliza amended at Cyan's snort.

"You know you're no help with that."

She accused.

And another spoon of ice cream.

"You really should try."

Really at this rate she was going to gain poundage at her hips, Cyan thought while she tried-unsuccessfully, just for you readers to know-to add a satisfactory enough sorrowful and considering face.

"Cyaaan."

Eliza huffs, that face Cyan dubbed the Disappointed Look of Doom (doom because somewhere in Cyan's future, more time with her sister was being planned by Eliza) coming on stronger.

"Man you, English are naggy."

The DLoD melted into a mock look of pompousness.

"But of course. It's because we are soooo much, you know like, better than you Americans."

Cyan let out a giggle.

"Only you could sound so can sound so snobby and say 'you know like' at the same time."

Eliza grinned.

"I know it's a talent."

"Okay. Whatever. It's called weirdness."

Cyan said with a roll of her eyes but she was grinning also.

"Don't player hate."

Eliza sniffed with snootiest of snooty tones.

"Participate!"

Both girls fell into giggles at that.

Eliza had accepted long ago that it was near impossible for her to stay upset or annoyed with her best friend. There was something about Cyan that wouldn't let her and she knew that the other woman felt the same way about her.

"It's playA," Cyan points out licking the spoon, "not ER."

"Oh, excuse me."

"Forgiven."

Eliza rolled her eyes but her smile was still evident.

With another bite of ice cream,

"I always wondered what they meant by 'participate'.

Participate in what? The playering?"

"Is that even a word?"

"You tell me."

Cyan demands lightly with a shrug.

"You're the genius of us two."

"Now don't say that. You're every bit as smart as I am, you're just lazy."

Cyan flashes Eliza an impish grin.

"Don't I know it. Though I'm surprise you'd admit it."

"What? Not admit it?"

The question was stated with the rise of an imperious brow and a casual sniff.

"Unlike you I'm rational."

Cyan let out her second snort in the past fifteen minutes.

"So says the woman who gets impatient with the cash register because it can't calculate as fast as her amazing Asian brain can?"

"Ha .. ha. Not funny."

"Actually it is. The looks on the cashier's faces never cease to crack me up."

"It's not my fault that they can't calculate simple change and don't know what's on sale in their own store." Eliza protests.

"No," Cyan's impish grin returns knowing she has her friend's number. "it's not their fault that you're controlling, competitive with anything even a machine, and hate to lose."

With narrowed eyes, Eliza yanks the ice cream and spoon from her friend; though she was met with a bit of a struggle. Reaching over to the lamp stand, which sadly turned out to be more painful than she had expected, she grabbed the wipes and cleaned the spoon before taking some ice cream for herself.

Cyan rolled her blue-greens.

"And, oh yeah, a germ-a-phobe.

I don't know how many times I have to tell you I lost my cooties back in the third grade."

"One can never be sure."

"Like it's gonna matter, since technically the spoon that was in my mouth went into that very container."

Eliza stopped her second scoop mid-way into her mouth and wrinkled her nose in distaste.

"You're such a horrendous bitch." She said before dropping the spoon into the container and handing it over to Cyan with a look of disgust.

"Yes I know."

Cyan replied happily.

"This is not fair. I'm the injured one!"

"Yeah you are."

Came the sound of agreement.

"Humph!"

Eliza huffed. To make matters worse she couldn't even cross her bloody arms!

Really, she was going back to her previous thought of Cyan really being a troll moonlighting as a best friend. Poor job, that.

Silence stretched between the two young women as the one with the ice cream made a show of eating it.

"I hate you."

Eliza added after a while, just in case the mean glaring was lost in translation (A/N: I am so witty). One could never tell with Cyan.

Standing as she finished the carton of ice cream, she gave her friend a smirk as she walked to the kitchen and grabbed a spoon and something rather large from the fridge.

"You are evil incarnate, in case you didn't know."

Eliza continued.

"Hmm, I've heard something like that.

Heard I was a devil in the sack too."

The impish grin coming again.

"Whatever … virginy virgin."

"For someone so smart you make little sense when you're miffed.

You need to work on that." Cyan said, delaying her trip back to the couch to turn on her stereo. Whatever CD that happened to be on would play, she didn't bother to check. Music made the mood, however, she wasn't worried that it was Eminem or something because she had been in a eighties' mood and music from the early eighties' was always of the good.

She was proven right when the swaying and moving tones of a Journey song filled the room as she made her way back to the couch.

"Here."

She said, handing the food and the utensil to her still pouting amiga.

Upon seeing Cyan's sort-of peace offering that was meant to mollify the miffed Brit, Eliza's eyes lit up like a baby at it's first Christmas. "Oooo!!!!!"

"Yeah."

Cyan laughed as Eliza grabbed at what was in her hand and started to eat away.

" 'Ooo'"

If one wanted to get Eliza to do what they wanted, simply wave a parfait in front of her.

The girl would be more gone than that dog in the 'Kibbles and Bits' commercial.

'A singer in a smoky room,
The smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night'

Sounded through the room.

"So, want to finally explain to me what's going on?"

Eliza gave her a mild glare, barely hearing the question through her parfait haze.

"Hmm?"

'It goes on and on and on and on... /Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard/Their shadows searching in …'

"Eliz, you're more graceful than a gazelle and a ballerina's … spawn or something. Today was very weird, something's defunct with your aura. Tell me what's goin' on." Cyan ordered as she crossed her arms around one of the few pillows that were not around her injured Eliz.