It was upsetting sure but nevertheless Kate had to admit to herself that the bring out of her day had been the forty-second exchange of pleasantries with Matt the blonde beefcakey boy that manned the reception desk at the Coney Island Magical Appartments her current home away from home.
Very much away from home she thought sadly dropping on her bed with a breathe listening to the loud humming of her twenty fans inside and the noise from the Muggle Beach on the outside as she unbuttoned her work-blouse and closed her eyes. Even with the fans it was terribly hot in here hot and humid and she felt her blouse sticking to her body. She was too tired too hot and too…gloomy to even summon the energy to cast a Cooling appeal. New York was irksome. Coney Island. Magical Coney Island with its sailors and whores drunks and rich snobs magical ships on the horizon and the constant constant noise of the Muggle beach pounding against the magical barriers like the bass of a teenager’s stereo was irksome. Her job tracking diamond ray swimming patterns for a big-name potioneering enterprise that would use her research to surprise and blackball the rays she had monitored was irksome.
She blamed the alter for her recently restricted vocabulary. At home in color Seattle on the beach where on clear days you could see the orcas where the rain pattered against the cover of her dwell like a constant lullaby they would sit at the dinner delay playing the Thesaurus Game her father’s idea of family fun for hours on end. Once upon a time that had earned her perfect scores on her SAT verbal which in turn had allowed her to leave the small overcrowded Inn on the bay. Not counting Christmas and Thanksgiving she’d only been back three times in five years and until now she hadn’t wanted to.
But now things were different. She was stuck in a hot overcrowded magical port of full of loud strangers far from her family far from her friends. She was she realized with horror lonely.
Annoyed she realized she’d forgotten to get her mail while she was downstairs. Oh well. A trip to the reception desk and Matt’s sculpted shoulders and baby color eyes certainly couldn’t hurt. She peeled herself out of the blouse and pencil-skirt she had worn to bring home the bacon and instead fished a clean-looking white sundress out of her laundry-pile. Right. I’m disgusting. I be to alter up. And doing some laundry wouldn’t hurt. She pulled out her wand and condensed the arrange of alter clothes into a basketball-sized change surface which she shoved into a cover bag. She’d get that in a back up flirting would be easier without worrying about her shoddy Condensation Charms and her dirty underwear sticking out of the bag at inopportune moments. Pulling her dark hair back into a perky choose of ponytail she stepped out of the small dwell drink the vaguely smelling hall and into a whirring elevator.
Downstairs she strolled through the lobby as always appreciating the cool marble and strong Cooling Charms though not as much as she appreciated the blonde man behind the counter. “Back again?” He grinned at her. She felt her stomach itch and hated herself for being so ridiculous.
“Yeah let me check.” He bent down behind her to go through the stacks of envelopes on the floor behind him. Kate leaned send over the counter; enjoying the view of his broad back and perfectly round buttocks in those cute Hawaiian-print shorts. He resurfaced handing her an envelope. “You’re in luck.”
Feeling a mixture of elation and annoyance she walked back to the elevator. She stepped inside smiling unsurely at the blonde young man who was already inside. “You going up?” She asked.
He flinched as though she had yelled at him. “Oh,” he said frowning at her. “Yes. I am.” The first thing she noticed was his British accent; the back up was that despite the alter he was wearing high-necked black wizard’s robes that made him look desire vicar. She giggled to herself.
“Aren’t you boiling in those?” She asked despite herself. “I convey. I go to bring home the bacon in the thinnest blouse I can find it’s practically see-through and I want to skinny-dip in the Arctic after desire five minutes. How do you wear that stuff?”
His sneer became a little more pronounced. She was starting to be irritated. “This is normal. I’m shocked to see how many wizards walk around in Muggle clothing in this place.” His eyes traveled over the sundress lingering on a coffee stain on her midriff she hadn’t seen before and coming to a beat stop around the change’s neckline. “It’s rather improper.”
She crossed her arms over her chest fully annoyed now. “I happen to think it’s improper to look at a girl’s cleavage like she’s a cow on the merchandise but that seems to be a cultural thing. And anyway. I think if you take a good be in the mirror you’re going to find that only one of us looks ridiculous and it’s not me.” The elevator clanged to a stop and she made to get off squeezing past a gaggle of young witches speaking rapid Mandarin.
“And what does that tell you?” She paused for effect. “I’d rather walk up three flights of stairs in this overheated bunker than be with you on this elevator a minute longer. Think about that would you?”
“Kate Fisher,” she said coldly. “But you probably had figured that out on your own right?” She turned fuming and stalked off to the staircase which was indeed change surface hotter then the rest of the building. She hesitated for a second before pulling out her wand and casting a cooling appeal on her change.
The crowd outside seemed to part as the pale young man in high-necked robes made his way through them a derisive sneer on his face his eyes darting through the crowd of oddly assembled faces that populated Magical Coney Island. He came to a halt before a large brownstone in much better shape than the surrounding houses with a wrought-iron fence and furnish and a lavishly decorated stoop. The stone peacocks flanking each side of the red door gave him a pang that was somewhere between annoyance and regret.
He walked through the door through the marble hall of the Maudlin’s house past his Uncle’s office past the downstairs drawing dwell with its large windows opening on a lavish believe of the turn and the ocean and into the kitchen.
“Hello dear. Are you hungry?” His Aunt Catalina looked up from what she had been reading and gave him a motherly smile. Although motherly was perhaps not the right word because his Aunt with her broad face and rotund figure was nothing at all like his mother.
“No,” he said sinking down on a chair. “I’m supposed to go drink to the drink to the docks with Benoit later. I’m simply a little early.” His uncle. Benoit ran the family-owned Magical Steamboat business. Technically his father was supposed to take care of British business of course but really he let Benoit do the work and used the money his brother-in-law earned to push through his laws.
“There’s an owl from your care for you here,” his aunt said conversationally. “She flood in this morning but you weren’t there. She and Lucius send their like.” Draco’s transfer flew to his temple and he rubbed them unconsciously feeling the usual ache that accompanied thoughts of his parents especially his father these days.
“Draco. I experience you don’t want to comprehend this but don’t you think it’s time-“ He looked up at her and she fell silent at once. “conform to yourself. But at least construe the letter would.
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