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Chapter 6: 6. Upchuck Reflex
Chapter 6: Upchuck Reflex
I should’ve known it wasn’t going to be easy to fool Em.
As she made a bed for me on the sofa later that day, she kept giving me a suspicious look the whole time. It wasn’t until Theo had left the apartment to go back to the pub, when she decided to attack me with questions.
“Okay, spill!” she demanded, as soon as the door had closed behind Theo. “What’s going on?” I gave her an innocent look, and she clicked her tongue. “Oh, don’t give me that look, Susie – I invented that look!”
“What?” I said innocently, concentrating on my necklace instead.
“You’re not really here on a vacation, are you?” she said, not even waiting for an answer as she went on. “You’re not here for work either, are you?”
“Not exactly,” I sighed. “But I do need a work, you know… and as it happens, you can help me.”
She continued to stare at me. “It just doesn’t make any sense,” she finally said. “I haven’t heard from you in ages, and then all of the sudden, you owl me, asking if I’m still in Salem, and if you could come visit – what’s going on?”
“My dad died, Em,” I blurted out. “The funeral was yesterday.”
“Susie,” Em said, sitting down next to me on the old sofa. “I’m sorry, I didn’t… I know how close you two were…”
“Yeah,” I said, smiling bitterly. “So who is this Theo bloke?”
Em snorted, as she dropped the pillow next to me. “He’s my boyfriend… obviously.”
“Obviously,” I agreed, raising my eyebrows. “Wow, you’ve changed.”
“A moment ago you said I hadn’t changed a bit!” Em complained.
“Well, you’re still just as positive and annoying with a short attention span as ever,” I said, shaking my head. “But I never thought you’d actually waste time on a bloke!”
“And Hogwarts obviously didn’t pick out that negativity and hostility out of you!” Em huffed.
“Whatever,” I said, sighing. “So, what’s up for tomorrow?”
This seemed to distract Em enough to drop the issue. “Ooh! We’re going to have lots and lot of fun, Susie! I’m telling you, I have this list with bunch of things for us to do, and tomorrow, I shall devote my full attention on you, girl!”
I gave her a blank stare, and Em rolled her eyes. “Work with me, Susie, please?”
“What?” I demanded defensively.
“Atleast try to look excited, yeah?”
I blinked, and looked away. “Oh. Right, well… yay?”
“Well, forget about the acting, then,” Em said after a moment. “We’ll just go with my list tomorrow! Prepare yourself for battle, Susie Q!”
I watched in astonishment, as Em marched to her own room, leaving me on the sofa. I felt a horrible feeling in my stomach, as my brain worked through her words.
“Battle?” I called out, swallowing. “WHAT BATTLE, EM!?”
After some persuading and bribing, I had managed to convince Theo to steal the list from Em without getting caught.
I now found myself leaning over the long, long, long list with Em’s neat handwriting of things we had to do. I didn’t dare to put on the lights in the tiny kitchen, so I had forced Theo to guard the door while I read through the list with the help of my wand.
“I am going to kill Em,” I said, my eyes widening at each part.
“If she doesn’t get to you first,” Theo muttered form the door, wearing a ridiculous looking purple pyjamas and a matching robe, his hair tousled. Apparently, he wasn’t a fan of being woken up in the middle of the night.
“Are you afraid of your own girlfriend?” I demanded, glaring at him.
“Wouldn’t you be, if she was a human Dementor?” Theo shot back.
“Look here, pal,” I said, jabbing my wand dangerously at him. “Em is as sweet as a cupcake, this list is a proof of it, and if there’s anyone you should be scared, it’s me – if Em follows this bloody list!”
For a moment, Theo just stared at me. “Are you lesbian?” he asked finally.
Huh. I had never thought people actually asked that.
“No,” I said, glaring at him. “I’m not a lesbian,” I said and sniffed. “Not that there’s anything wrong with—“
“Fine, fine, fine,” Theo said, holding his hands up with raised brows. “Just… just don’t get caught.”
I nodded, and shoved the note back in my pocket. Surely Em wouldn’t notice if her precious little list was to disappear?
“MY LIST IS GONE!”
I watched in shock as Em fell down on her knees on the floor, wailing like there was no tomorrow.
“List?” I asked innocently, not even daring to glance in Theo’s direction.
“I m-made this list,” Em said, sobbing loudly. “A-about things t-to do…” she sniffed, and looked up at me with her bright eyes. “AND NOW IT’S GONE!”
“Oh damn,” I said blankly, doing a little jig inside. “That’s a real pity.”
“Not to w-worry,” Em finally said, getting a hold of herself. “You c-can just come along to work with me, then!”
I watched her in alarm, my heart pounding. “Excuse me?”
“You know,” Em said with a shrug. “If we won’t be able to do anything on the list, I might as well go to work and get some work done – you can totally tag along!”
Tag along to Em’s work and possibly run into my dad I had never even met in my entire life?
“Brilliant,” I said, and tried to put on a smile.
“Come on, then!” she said, already on her way towards the door.
I stared at her blankly. “Where? Aren’t we using a Portkey... or… or Floopowder?”
Em let out a snort, just as Theo appeared from the bedroom. “No,” she said, glancing at Theo. “Theo, we’re taking the car, okay?”
All colour seemed to vanish from his face, as he watched Em closely. “I really liked that car,” he said wistfully, and a sudden feeling of dread took over me.
“What do you mean?” I demanded, hurrying after Em. “Theo, what’s happening?”
“Em… let’s just say that Em got a little excited over the whole driving thing, and when she didn’t pass the test on the fourth time – well, it looked really bad! – she used magic on the instructor, and—“
“WHAT!?” I boomed, my eyes wide. “Em, you come back RIGHT NOW!”
I jogged after her, and found her admiring a small, red car parked on the curb. For a moment, I was breathless; the car looked nice, I had to admit that.
I personally had pleasant memories including cars.
This was kind of exciting.
“Em,” I said as calmly as I could, as I carefully ran my fingers across the red paint. “D’you know how to drive… at all?”
I looked up when she didn’t answer, and met Em’s affronted glare. “Of course I know how to drive!” she spluttered. “A little, anyway. I mean, it can’t be that difficult, can it?” she said, meeting my eyes. “I mean, Muggles do it all the time, right?”
I stared at her in silence, before climbing into the car. “Right,” I said after a moment, clutching the seat with my hands just as Em slid into the driver’s seat. “So… what now?”
We both stared at the car expectantly, Em’s eyes darting from the keys to the car engine. She carefully shoved them in, and turned. The small car let out a loud roar, and I closed my eyes tightly.
“Oh God,” I whispered, leaning back. “I’m going to die!”
“Shut up,” Em grumbled, fiddling around with the odd stick in the middle up and down, left and right.
Both of us tensed up, as the car suddenly started to roll back. Em grabbed the steering wheel with dear life, as the car sped up.
“Em,” I said through gritted teeth. “Do – something!”
“R-right!” Em piped, and started quickly to twist and pull different parts.
We both let out a small shriek, as the car vroomed loudly, and jumped forward. We continued to scream, as the car bolted ahead, the meters spinning wildly around the place.
“EM!” I called, pressing myself against the window to not get carsick. “DO SOMETHING!”
“I AM, I AM!” Em screamed back, as three cars honked at her, when she made a sudden left.
I watched the traffic lights turn red, but Em made no sign of slowing down. She spun the steering wheel wildly from side to side, her face animated with panic.
Suddenly, I noticed another stick, very close to the one Em had played around with before the car had started to roll backwards. In the spur of the moment, I grabbed the stiff stick, and pulled it up.
The car let out a loud sound of protest, spun around and around, before smoothly sliding into an empty parking space between two cars.
And then it came to a sudden stop.
Em and I panted loudly, Em still grabbing the wheel, and my hands still around the stick. Both of us – very carefully! – let go, and sighed in relief.
“Em,” I whispered, and Em turned to look at me. “Let’s not do that again, okay?”
“Okay,” she said quietly, and swallowed. “But you have to admit it was fun, right?” she tried, and grinned unsurely.
I glared at her, and climbed out of the car with shaky legs.
A handsome man in an expensive suit and with dark hair studied us with a curious look on his face, before disappearing through a door that said ‘AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY!’
Soon enough, Em appeared in front of me, and pulled me along. To my surprise, we went through the same door.
We arrived to a small corridor, where a man sat behind an old, dark desk, reading The Daily Prophet. He wore a uniform, and a pair of the most ridiculous specs I had ever seen in my life, and a toothless grin lit on his face as he saw us.
“Miss Jolie!” he greeted cheerfully, his voice deep and raspy. “Not a minute too soon!”
“As always, Ernie,” she said, and gave him a card. Ernie, as she had called him, stamped the card swiftly, and gave it back. His eyes moved to me, his hand outstretched. “Oh, sorry!” Em said, smiling. “This is my friend from my Beauxbaton days. Ernie, meet Susan Quency – Susie, this is Ernie, the doorman!”
Ernie shook my hand firmly, shaking his head. “Now, now, Miss Jolie – you know I’m more than a doorman…”
“Right,” Em snorted, and handed me the card Ernie had dug out of his drawer. “Here, wear this!”
I looked at the card. ‘VISITOR’.
“Have a nice day, girls!” Ernie called after us, as we hurried to the lift at the other end of the corridor.
The lift doors opened, and we entered. To my surprise, the same handsome man from the street was in the lift, too. He flashed a small smile, as he made room for us.
“Sir,” Em said, bowing her head a little.
I watched in interest as Em openly stared at the man, her mouth slightly open. Behind the man was a tall, slim woman with platinum blonde hair, and she was murmuring something to the man who listened with a frown. I watched as the woman tried to balance the pile of folders in her arms, as she searched for something specific.
“Miss Andrews,” the man said, slightly annoyed as he watched her struggle. “When I ask for something, I expect to get it at once – is that too much to ask?”
“Yes, sir,” she said nervously, her eyes widening as we all stared at her. “I mean, no, sir! I’ll just…just… need to find it… I know I had it a moment—“
“It would probably be more practical to arrange the folders in alphabetical order,” I said helpfully to the woman, who shot me a sharp look. “Then, when he asks for a certain folder, you can hand it to him at once.”
“My folders are arranged according to the schedule of—“ she began stiffly, but was shushed down by the man who peered at me curiously.
“Excuse me,” he said, frowning down at me. “You look familiar – have we met?”
I blinked, glancing at Em, who looked shell-shocked. “Um…no. I mean, I saw you outside earlier, but—“
“I’m sure I would remember those eyes, though,” he chuckled, and flashed a charming smile.
His eyes shot to the ‘VISITOR’ badge, and he tilted his head to the side. “You don’t work here?”
“No,” I said, shrugging. “Just… visiting.”
“And your name is…?”
“Susan,” I said, glancing at the man’s outstretched hand, before shaking it. “Susan Quency.”
The man frowned, as I shook his hand. He seemed to be deep in thought, but shook his head slightly, and smiled again. “Pleasure to meet you, Miss Quency. I’m sure I’ve heard your name somewhere, it sure does ring a bell…” he said, but shrugged after another moment of thought. “Minister of Magic, Nicholas Rousseau.”
The elevator made a soft pling-sound, and the doors slid open. I didn’t even hear what the woman on the speaker said the floor was called, as the two of them walked out. I stared after them in shock, meeting Nicholas Rousseau’s eyes briefly before the doors slid shut again.
Oh. My. God.
That was my dad.
I’m going to vomit.
A/N: DUN DUN DUUUUUN :) I love these moments I create xD Also, I hope you all will enjoy the last movie; I'm gonna see it on Friday, so NO ONE RUIN IT FOR ME :D
- Lily xxx