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MY SISTER HAD ALREADY LEFT FOR AMERICA BY THE TIME I ROLLED OUT OF MY extra super warm and comfy bed in the first class suite in Paris France. Amos, Khufu and I when traveling around a lot now that Amos was Chief Lector. It felt like when Dad, a.k.a. Osiris, the god of the dead, and I traveled everywhere to get away from the House of Life. At the time, I didn't even know he was a god. I just knew to hurry everywhere and not converse with anyone suspicious, which meant everyone.
I ran a comb through my bed hair and tugged at a rat. I succeeded in ripping out a sizable chunk of black hair. I grumbled and headed downstairs for pancakes, it smelled like.
I was correct in my assumptions. Amos was already there with Khufu, digging in to the apple pancakes that towered over them, waiting to be eaten. I shrugged and began to fulfill the pancakes' desire. I was on my second pile of apple magic when Amos cleared his throat. I looked up. He continued to clear his throat until he began to choke on that apple magic that had made my day. I patted his back until he was ready to move on. He coughed once more and spoke.
"As you know, Sadie is gone to America and most of your trainees are expecting you to teach them about…whatever it was you were going to teach them." He said vaguely.
"The Properties of Egyptian Magic." I muttered under my breath. Amos dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Of course, that." He said, leaning back in his chair. "I will be teaching them much more interesting things," he said in such a way that oozed with sarcasm. "So I can give you an important assignment. So you are here with Walt, and I just so happen to have room in that mission for the both of you.
"We are having some difficulties that I believe Walt could help with, since he's getting good with transformation magic. This is taking place all over in America, mostly quite close to where Sadie is going. You two are scheduled to leave on the 9:30 plane to the United States today."
I spit up my milk. "And you're just telling me NOW?" I rushed upstairs to cram some necessities into my black suitcase I'd had for years that was, I admit, falling apart. Once I had finished smashing my things into it, I grabbed it and raced downstairs to tell Walt about the last minute packing schedule.
His reaction was as expected.
"WHAT!?" He ran into his room and came out two minutes later carrying a bulging suitcase at his side. Together we dashed out the door to catch the plane we almost missed. The flight attendant was not very happy.