Chapter 14 : 14. Right Kind of Wrong
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"Mailbox Baseball," Em announced proudly, as she leaned casually against the red, devilishly dangerous car I had sworn to avoid at all cost. "A traditional American sport! Popular among the Muggle children, so it must be fun, right?"
Theo and I stared at her in silence. "I'm confused," I said weakly, feeling the motion sickness creep over me by the mere sight of the car. "What--"
"Get in the car," Em said, already hurrying around to the driver's side.
"I should drive, if you're going to take part, Em," Theo suggested, hastily elbowing Em out of his way.
"Good call!" Em said, giving me a glance. "Are you coming, or not?"
I bit my lip. I had promised - mostly to myself - that I wouldn't change as a person. Just because I was pregnant, I would not change as a person. I would still be me, the fearsome Susie Q, as I had always been. Why would some silly unbalance in my hormones change me?
So, as I pondered my options, I stole a quick glance at Theo, who met my gaze. "You don't have to, Susie," he said, frowning with worry.
"I would never hear the end of it," I growled, stomping over to the car. "But I won't enjoy this!" I called to Em, who danced her way around the car, and in the backseat, a triumphant smile on her face.
"Susie Q, I know you'll enjoy it!" she assured, as Theo started the engine.
"Shut up and drive," I muttered, as he slowly took off.
For once, I wished something heavy would fall on me and crush me to death.
We headed towards the suburbs. I watched the tidy front lawns, the happy-go-lucky families spending a normal afternoon on the streets, happily chatting away, as we drove past them. Em seemed to be very picky with the location, and kept instructing Theo to continue driving. After another fifteen minutes, she told him to slow down a little. I watched with curiousity as she rolled down the window, and leaned out. I could already see the risk in it; falling out through the window from a moving car - how fascinating.
Before I knew it, she was already waving her bat frantically, sending white boxes flying around in scattered pieces. I watched her beat the boxes for another minute, before she returned inside the car, a grin on her face.
I had to agree that it looked fun. I grabbed a bat, and rolled down my window. I mimicked Em, and started beating the boxes.
"THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!" I screamed after ten minutes. It was like the best stress relief I had ever experienced. I had no idea what the boxes were supposed to be there for - but if Muggles did this, it had to be for this sole purpose, right?
But why were people screaming angrily after us?
I asked this out loud, and Em shrugged. "Don't know, don't care," she said, avoiding my eyes. "But I suppose you wouldn't be too thrilled if someone started randomly beating your owl for the fun of it, would you?"
It only took me a minute to grasp the cold facts. "WHAT!?" I boomed, throwing myself back into the car. At the sound of my voice, Theo stopped the car with a schreech, also looking startled.
"Well, don't just stop the car, Theo!" Em growled, looking out from the window. "The Muggles will be here soon..."
"Are you telling me," I began, my voice shaking. "That these boxes are... are... ARE FOR MUGGLE MAIL!?"
"Yes," Em said reluctantly. "But in my defense--"
"DRIVE, THEO!" I demanded, as I saw an angry crowd hurrying towards the car.
The engine let out a loud roar, tyres screeching, as he put the pedal to metal. We zoomed through the suburbs, the clean, white houses passing us in a blur.
"Well done, Susie Q!" Em called over the noise. "You have just participated in your first stress relief class!"
"FUCK YOU, EM!" I shot at her, feeling the familiar thrill rush through my veins.
I had to admit, that even if what we had just done was rude and stupid, it had made me feel slightly better. It also reminded me of the excitement that I had often got with Sirius. I hadn't realized it earlier, not until we were safely back in the city. Theo parked the car at the side of the road, and silence filled the car. A minute passed, as we all stared seriously forward, as people bustled around on the street around us. I met Theo's eyes suddenly in the mirror, and noticed how he had his lips pursed, trying to hold back a laugh. Em, on the other hand, was suddenly shaking, covering her mouth with her hands. All three of us burst out laughing at the exact same time, trying to pull ourself together.
"C-can you imagine," Em cried out, tears running down her cheeks as she tried to catch her breathe through the laughter. "Muggles... M-Muggles using silly boxes at the end of their road to r-recieve mail!?"
"Blasphemy!" Theo guffawed, as he was hunched over the steering wheel. "Imagine them taking revenge by starting to hit our owls, though!"
We fell sielnt abruptly, as the horrible image popped in our heads. Then, as if on cue, the three of us burst into new fits of laughter by the mere thought of feathers flying around as the owls were being chased by the Muggles.
"T-this can't happen again, though," I told Em, meeting her gaze in the mirror.
She grinned, shaking her head. "But it was great fun, right?"
We continued to giggle for another moment, before a sudden sound interrupted us. A man was knocking on the window, looking grim. Em rolled the window down, blinking at the man.
"Excuse me," the man said, looking awkward. "But could you move the car? You're parked in a handicapped space."
For no apparent reason, we started laughing again.
"This is unacceptable!"
I watched Mr R walk back and forth in front of me, running his hands through his thick hair in frustration. He threw a glance at me, and let out a sigh, as I met his eyes with a stubborn glare.
"Sir?" I said calmly, finding great pleasure in his distress.
"As a Ministry worker," he began, trying to regain the same calmness. "It is unacceptable for you to commit such a crime!"
He slammed the Daily Prophet on the desk, and I gazed at it quickly. I had read the paper earlier this morning; there was a picture of us, driving in a car, and ruining Muggle mailboxes. I had no idea who had got our picture, but there it was - clear as the sky.
In response to his comment, I snorted in disbelief.
"You think this is funny, do you!?" he demanded, slamming his hands on the table, as he stared at me.
"Actually," I said, folding my arms. "I find it slightly ironic."
"What?" he hissed, looking as if I had just slapped him.
"You betrayed your own friend," I whispered, narrowing my eyes. "You abandoned your own daughter. You then send your own daughter - who you never showed any interest in knowing! - to the Ministry's own shrink! You think you have the right to give any kind of advice or lecture about what is... what did you call it? 'Unacceptable?', right?" I murmured, slowly standing up. "I think you're the last person on earth who has the right to tell anyone what is unacceptable... sir."
I didn't wait for his respons. I walked briskly to the door, my hand on the doorknob, when I turned to face him. "I will ruin you," I whispered loudly, meeting his eyes. "I will ruin your career as the Minister of Magic, sir, and make you regret your own existence... you can count on that."
I silence him with one last glare, as I left the room, slamming the door behind me. As I walked towards the elevator, Felicia stepped out. Both of us froze for a second, before continuing. As I passed her, I pulled out a letter, holding it out for her. She took it, and frowned at me, her eyes filled with silent curiousity.
"What's this?" she demanded, apparently having an inner battle between opening the letter or not.
"My letter of resignation, ma'am," I said simply, stepping into the elevator. "Could you please give it to the Minister? I have no desire of seeing his face any longer," I muttered. "Have a good day," I said, as the doors closed.
This was only the beginning...
A/N: I am SO sorry for the shortness of my chapters - TRULY :( I have no excuse for it xD
- Lily xxx
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