I hate apperating. Simple as. As Dad held me up, so as to avoid me breaking my nose, or foot, again (long story), Tina, who was dragging Jacob, lead us behind a car outside an apartment block.
"Okay-before we go in-I'm not supposed to have men on the premises." Tina admit sheepihly. Why bring us here then? I vaugly heard Aleathia mumble. "In that case, Mr. Kowalski and I can easily seek other accomidation..." Dad began, pulling me up. "Oh no, you don't." Tina grabbed Jacob's other arm and began draging him, and by extention, me and Dad, across the road. "Watch your step." Aleathia said, catching my arm as I tripped over the steps. Wonderful. I low key despise being a metamorphagus.*
We had literally just cleared the first flight of stairs when a voice rang out. "That you, Tina?" The five of us froze. "Yes, Mrs. Esposito!" Tina called out. "Are you alone?" She called, suspicion seeping into her voice. "I'm always alone , Mrs. Esposito!" Tina replied. That poor girl needs a social life. I stiffled a laugh at the landlady's thoughts about Tina. I do agree though.
We all entered the Goldstein apartment. Despite it looking like a normal apartment-which I have been in before, despite practically living in Dad's case-it was alive with magic. "Teenie-you brought people home?" I heard behind us. I whirled around and quickly slammed my mental sheilds up. The person who spoke was a blond woman who was the definition of beauty in society's eyes. I did not want to hear what Jacob thought about her. "Ladies, gentlemen, this is my sister. You want to put somthing on, Queenie?" Tina asked, putting her coat down on the sofa.
I couldn't be bothered to continue listening to the conversation, so I began looking around from my place by the window. Magazines were scattered all over the table. An iron was ironing clothes over in the corner.
"You're a Legilimens?" I suddenly heard Dad ask. "Hang on, really?" I demanded, desperate to find another like me. "Uh huh, yeah. But I always have trouble with your kind. Brits. It's the accent." I snort. "Same, only with Americans." I said back. "You both know how to read minds?" A terrified sounding Jacob asked, catching up. "Yep. I try not to though. People can be rather loud and disturbing." I assuered him, Queenie nodding along. "Don't worry, honey. Most guys think what you was thinking, first time they see me." Queenie giggled.
She suddenly turned to me and Aleathia. "Now, you lot need food." She gestured at us and Jacob. I'll just do hot dogs. Tina thought. "Hot dog... again?" Tina glared at Queenie. "Don't read my mind." I tuned their argument out and turned back to the window, just in time to catch a glimpse of my Billywig. I wanna see my creatures. Desperately.
I felt a small tug on my arm. I looked up at Dad, only to realise that he wanted to leave as much as I did, if not a bit more. As we slowly reached the door, Queenie called out, "Hey, Scamanders, you prefer pie or strudel?" They all turned to look at us. Dad quickly removed his hand from the door knob and muttered embarrassedly(?) "I don't have a preference. Amy likes strudel, though." I could tell without hearing their thoughts that Aleathia and Tina weren't happy with Dad. All for different reasons.
I suddenly realised that the meal was ready. Ah. Cool.
Did I mention that I'm exhausted? I barely make it through the meal without falling asleep. The last thing I remeber before falling asleep is being picked up as though I was no older than six. I honestly don't mind though.
An: I don'r own FBAWTFT. BTW, Happy Birthday to the person who asked for the update for their birthday. Sorry if it's a bit late. I'm terrible at uploading quickly
Metamorphagi are extremely clumsy and uncoorinated because they're changing form so often. Hence, Amelia hates being one at times.