AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE SCOOBY DOO FRANCHISE!!!!
Chapter Two: We Meet Again
The entire ride to the hotel Melinda's thoughts wandered to the boy. He had a distinctive English accent, that was for sure, black messy hair, beautiful dark green eyes, and glasses. His smile, she loved it. It was so sincere and welcoming. She thought back to those eyes, a sea of beautiful dark green waves. She could look into them for ages. She jumped slightly as the car came to a stop. Her door opened and she stepped out, removing her earbuds from her ears and turning off her walkman CD player. She followed everybody into the hotel and up to their room. She had a room with four children to watch by herself and Scooby, Mary, Susie, Kylie, and Anna. Meanwhile Shaggy and Velma had a room to share with Chastaine. Daphne, of course, roomed with Fred and their sons James and Danny. Once everyone was unpacked they piled into a taxi, the mystery machine had not yet arrived, and drove over to an old mansion on the edge of town. They were greeted by an elderly man dressed in clothing that could only describe him as a servent of the house.
"Right zis vay." He said in a clear Italian accent. The gang followed him through the vast hallways ornately decorated with tapestries, paintings in frames, mosaics, and vases on tables carved with different designs of different Gods or Goddesses. They eventually came to a halt in front of two large wooden doors that reached to the ceiling several feet above. He opened the doors and they stepped into a modern looking study. A man dressed in casual attire greeted them by the fireplace.
"Please, please come in." His accent was clearly American. Upon getting into their interview, they found that he had inherited the estate from an uncle of sorts from Italy. Upon arriving however, he met a quite unusual guest in his home. A ghost by all means. It had shoulder length hair and a thin handlebar mustache. He wore the clothing of a musketteer and spoke in Italian.
"Hmm, interesting. An Italian ghost, in a Frenchman's uniform." Velma said after she had finished writing everything they'd gathered from this interview.
"That's exactly what I thought!" The owner, Mr. Harrison, allowed the gang access to every bit of the house, but requested they give him a single day to tidy things up a bit and move into a hotel so that he would not be in their way. Suspicious as it made him sound, they allowed him one day.
Melinda and Scooby were walking through town, the rest of the gang were busy unpacking and the children were taking their afternoon naps. Melinda was browsing through the shops and went to examine a necklace more closely when a familiar hand went for it as well.
"Looks like we keep meeting this way." A british accent. Melinda turned towards the voice and took off her sunglasses.
"It looks like it." She said smiling.
"Melinda right?"
"Yea, and you're Harry?"
"That would be correct. I've actually got this afternoon free if you, well want to come on a walk with me." Melinda smiled and looked over at Scooby.
"I've kinda got my dog with me, Scooby."
"Oh, well that's perfectly alright, I've got my dog too. Scarlette!" He called. An adorable black lab wearing a red collar with a gold, diamond-shaped dog tag, and pretty red bows over each ear came gracefully over.
"Scooby!" Melinda called in turn. The Great Dane came trotting over and upon seeing the black lab straightened his back and sat upright, obviously trying to impress her.
"Seems like he's got a crush on Scarlette." Harry laughed. As they got to walking, they continued their conversation.
"So, I never asked, where are you from? You're accent sounds American if I'm correct?"
"Yes, I'm from Coolsville, Ohio. Yourself?"
"London."
"That sounds exciting. I hear London's always got something going on." Melinda smiled as he walked slightly closer to her, a gesture she knew he probably thought she wouldn't notice.
"I guess, but to be honost, I'm not exactly the big-city type. So I'm guessing you live at Mystery Inc. Headquarters?"
"Well, yes and no. We do live there most of the time, but on occasion, if we're hosting a special dinner or something of that nature, we'll go to the family house that was left to me in my mother's will." Melinda explained.
"Oh, so you're mother died. I can quite relate to that. I too live with only my father."
"Oh, umm i don't live with my father... he was mudered before I was born. I live with my mom and dad, Shaggy and Velma, from Mystery Inc."
"Oh, I'm quite sorry if I overstepped a few boundaries, I had no idea."
"So who's the family you're visiting?"
"Oh, my uncle, George Harrison."