AN: Dear lord it's been a long time since I've update this. Many apologies!
Chapter 7
Michelle burst out laughing.
"I'm serious, Michelle," Silver sounded almost hurt.
Her laughing intensified and she fell to the ground.
"Michelle?" Silver walked around the island to see Michelle lying on her back, still laughing. "I'm being serious!"
"I know," she panted out. Her laughter calmed enough for her to speak, "I know. It's just funny cuz…I'm a witch." She looked up at him from her spot on the wood floor.
"What?"
"Yeah," she pulled her wand from its hidden holster under the skirt of her dress and held it up for him to see. "You see? Willow with a unicorn's hair. Got it from Olivander's." A few chuckles surfaced.
Silver bent down, grabbed Michelle under the arms, and pulled her to her feet. "What're the chances?" he muttered.
"I know, right? I was so nervous about tonight because I was worried that something would happen and you'd freak out. Which wouldn't have been good at all because I told Oliver that you were a wizard and he would've known I lied about the whole thing."
"I thought for sure you would've been suspicious after I healed your hand," Silver crossed his arms and tilted his head to the left.
"Well you didn't use a wand," Michelle shrugged.
"We don't use wands in the U.S. We're taught wandless and mostly wordless magic."
"Lucky! It would be so much more convenient to not have to pull out a wand and mutter spells for everything."
Silver hopped onto the island and pulled his suit jacket off, "Oh trust me it is. I can do tons of spells with just a wave of my hand." As an illustration, he held his jacket in one hand and waved the other. The jacket flew out of his hand and whisked itself out of the room, presumably upstairs to Silver's closet.
"Nifty," Michelle breathed.
"It is," Silver agreed. He patted the countertop and Michelle hopped up to sit next to him.
"So are you going to show me some more wandless magic and prepare our Chinese?" Michelle smiled.
"Indeed I shall," Silver faked a British accent, warranting a laugh from the petite brunette next to him. With a wave of his hand, dishes came out of the cupboards, setting themselves next to the leftovers. The food dished itself onto the plates and warmed as the dishes hovered and floated to Silver and Michelle's hands.
"Wow."
"Fork?" Silver flourished his hand, producing two eating utensils out of nothing.
"Don't mind if I do," she plucked a fork from between Silver's fingers and began eating her food. "This is really good!"
"Thank you. I slaved for hours over the stove," the young man chuckled.
Michelle slipped inside her house and shut the door gently. She breathed a sigh of relief, but the light flicked on, causing the breath to hitch in her throat. Cecily stood at the top of stairs, glaring down at Michelle. It was a menacing sight, even though Cecily was wearing pink pajamas and matching bunny slippers.
"Cecily, I thought you were sleeping over at Danielle's…"
"I was supposed to, but I got a headache and came home. Where have you been?" the child demanded.
"I've been, uh…out…"
"Oh yeah? Why are you dressed up?" Cecily descended the stairs and approached Michelle. She gasped and her eyes blazed with rage, "Why do you smell like Oliver Wood?" Michelle's brow furrowed, as she would have thought she smelled more like Silver than Oliver, considering she had spent most of the evening at his side.
"How do you know what Oliver Wood smells like?" Michelle stared down at her younger sister.
"He is my future husband, Michelle! There is nothing I don't know about him!" Cecily stomped her foot and stiffened her arms at her sides. "Now I demand to know why, exactly, you smell like him!"
"You want the truth?"
"Obviously!" Cecily rolled her eyes.
"Alright then. I went to a party at Oliver Wood's house. I went with a date." Cecily opened her mouth to object.
"That wasn't Oliver," Michelle added before Cecily could speak.
"Then who were you with?" the younger girl's eyes narrowed.
"His name is Silver. Silver Oakenvale. He's an American wizard on holiday here. We met at Kelly's."
Cecily pondered the new information for a few minutes, "I see. Well, as long as you're not trying to steal my fiancé-"
"Cecily, you're not engaged to-" Michelle was cut off by Cecily's hand being held right in front of her face.
"Did I say you could speak? No. Now if you'll let me finish," Cecily returned her hand to her side, "As long as you're not trying to steal my fiancé, I will permit you to see this American wizard."
"Honest? Because you know I would never do anything without your express permission!" Michelle's voice dripped in sarcastic enthusiasm. Cecily glared.
"Well if you'll excuse me," the younger girl turned and began up the stairs, "I'm going to back to bed. I'm not to be disturbed until nine A.M. tomorrow morning." She turned into the hallway, out of sight from the foot of the stairs.
"She is such a freak…" Michelle muttered to herself, still staring at the top of the stairs.
AN: Hope you liked it. Please remember to R&R, as it really encourages me to keep updating!