well this is just perfect
Chapter 3
Well, This Is Just… Perfect.
Its been two weeks since we had decided to do the London job. Things were strting to get tense. They always do in the planning stages. So much riding on our ability to see the future and think of all the possible outcomes. While I was ready and willing to do what I needed to I had nerves. Not because of the job, no no no, that I can handle, its what I live for. No, its the after party im nervous for. I have a plan that I need it inact once the job has been saftly delt with.
Ive gotten some letter from Alice and Annie. They came by owl which had everyone in kreses when it was tapping o the window to be let in. personlly I think its great, never need the post office again. That is a blessing in its own right. I sent letter back with the owl and told her what Ive been up to, obviously not telling her the sorded details but a rough PG13 overview. I was in the middle of writing one of these replies when Tash came in and told me Mikey needs us all in the livig room. Unwrapping myself from the hammock I follow her. I sit on the floor in front of the table on the opposite side to the couch. Mikey talks, we listen. Turns out we are leaving for London on the Thursday, get ourseves prepared on the friday and maybe enjoy the views a bit then on the saturday night we’re on the graft.
Mikey and Tash are going to be my distraction out, Sam is my way in. he is boosting me up the wall two houses down from the targets. This way I can get to the roof as that's my way in. Ive been told that I need to get to the safe in the mans office. In the save there is a box im to grab that box. I don’t know what's inside and quite frankly we are paid not to care. Its something to do with poletics. That's what they are all like, always trying to get the dirt on the opoistion. Want to know the ironic thing is, they use the people as an excuse all the time yet when we need help they are to busy stabbing each other in the bak to notice. No wonder the world is turning to shit. People only look after number one. When you find somone that doesn’t, you keep them close and never let them go because people like that are like gold dust.
Discussion over, we all just do our own thing. Tash gets ready to go out, she's meeting some boy at the arcade again. She seems to like this one but I wouldnt really know as none of us have met him and probably never will. Its one of those secretes no one tells anyone about and no one cares enough to bother finding out. Sam is off to the shops, he's buying a games console or something. He said it was ‘something 64’ I don’t know I’m not really into that type of thing. Im more into music than anything else, I always have my Walkman. Mikey keeps telling me to get a good hifi so we can use it for parties and I kind of agree. So Ive been saving up for a hifi for the house. I got my eye on one of these bad-ass technics that Ive seen advertised. But they are ludicrously expensive. This job we got lines up have me thinking I might be getting it sooner rather than later.
I meet up with Alice and Annie one more time before I go to London. The meet me at the cafe that has the baklava I like so much. I have told them both about how nice it was and told them they so needed to try it. And that leads up to the here and now, where we a gabbing like you've never seen. I let it slip that I was going to London for a few days and they mentioned Diagon Ally. The gave me directions to the leaky chauldrin, which I would love to do but I probably wont have time but you never know what's around the corner.
All to quickly time goes and before I know it its Thursday and we are on the train to London. We are all in good cheer when we set off. We were lucky and we had a table in between the four of us. So we playered some cards while I listened to my music and we laughed and had a giggle. We weren’t what you would call you typical teenage youth. We know the advantage that being hidden and quiet can hand you. At some point I get up to go to the food cart for everyone, I forgot to ‘bugsy not it’ but I was to slow, fucking music. So I have a massive order of what can only be described as pure unadulterated sugar. All hail the dyabities god. I walk through one cart that's got hardly anyone in. the only people I could see would be two teenagers, maybe twelve to thirteen. One a boy the others a girl, both talking in hushed whispers. I have to walk by them in order to get to the other cart which has the shop in it.
Something instantly catches my eye. I see a wooden stick in their hand. The girl holding it is trying to be sneaky but she isn't very good at it. I can clearly see it. I know what this stick it, so one these days carries around a polished stick unless the were a witch. Thinking im being a smart arse after spending so much time developing what Alice calls wandless magic, which is suprisinly rare to find someone able to weild it like I can, I walk past stop and smile. They just look at me as I lift my hand and start to move my finngers in a as circular as possible. This is how I make my light, a little concentrated ball og light. Nothing to big as to garner any unwanted attention but enough to make them bug eyed. I hold the little ball in my hand just floating above the serface. I do an exagerated blow like im blowing a kiss and it floats towards them. “I only put a bit into that so it wont last long.” no sooner had I said that it started to fade into nothingness. I smile and walk away leaving them saying nothing just staring at the back of my head.
Finding the foot cart was easy but trying to carry it back was a pain. Walking back through the compartment I just came through the guys from before stopped me and asked me in a whisper that was no quieter than speaking normally. “How did you know.” I heave my bags onto the table. I think I got too much pop. I cant help but think there has to be an easier way of doing this, I mean I’m a fucking wizard. I put my hands over the two bags on the table, I’m imagining that anything that goes into the bag becomes light. As light as a feather, some would say. I push with all my might and I can feel the magic flow. Into the bags it goes and I can feel the wave as it finsihes doing as Ive asked. The teenagers are lucking at me like I'm the next coming of Jesus. I just smile, which probably looks like a smirk I say to them, “don’t leave you wand on show.” Then I pick up my now beautifully light bags and continue on my way.
The rest of the ride goes off like a hitch. We get to London a few hours later and not a moment to soon. The train ride wasn't bad but after a while it starts to wear you down. Getting out stuff and makign our way to the taxi rank we get one to take us to a few streets from the hotel that we have booked. We don’t want anything coming back to us so we be as carful as we can while we can. That's what's kept us out of the nick this long. Now the ‘hotel’ and im using that word very loosley here, is a complete dive. Ive squated in better places then this. But this is our HQ for the time being and we will just have to make the most of it besides we are here to work not play. I supose if the place was nice we would get distracted, touché Mikey.
We get settled and as its getting towards midnight and we have been traverling all day we just went to bed. Me though as per usual I’m struggling to sleep so I’m sitting on a chair on the tiny little balcony our room has smoking a joint. I don’t see anything worth while just people yards and bins. In the distance I can here some piss head singing. God what a shit hole. I wanted to just zone out to some music but my batteries died and that was my last set. I should have gotten some of them shitty over priced ones from the train station. My thoughts are disturbed by movement behind me. Sam comes over and puts his hand one my shoulder. He reaches out for the joint and I give it to him. Taking a long slow draw then handing it back to me he says thanks and just stands behind me looking out over everything, just like I was. “Hey Sam!”
“Yeah woa kid?”
“Would you think any less of me if I really was a poof?” This kind of shook both me and Sam up a bit. Its somting Ive been feeling and wondering to myself because the older I get the more I think I might be, esspecially when you take into the conderation how much I was thinking about the witch’s brother from today. Lets just say it wasn't her I was trying to impress there. He was cute though. See what I mean I mean if that doesn’t make you question yourself a little then I don’t know what will.
After Sam got over his initial shock he just smiled at me this huge smile and says “honestly kid I already thought you kinda were but no it doesn’t change anything. Your my little Harry, pain in my arse.” This makes me smile. He always knows how to make me smile. He takes the joint off me again and takes a few more draws then hands it back. “I'm off to try get some more sleep. I think you should too.” I nod my head and take the last drag before I throw the j off the balcony. We are both sharing a bed as Mikey nicked the couch and Tash refused to share a single bed, me and Sam said we would just bunk up for the night.
Getting in I feel that Sam has his top off. I don’t know what to make of that. It makes me a bit nervous and I feel my stomic doing summersaults. This would be bad enough if it wasn't for him constantly shuffling about. After a, what im assumeing is a paddy at the fact he cant get comfy he turns to me and whispers, “Hey kid, can we try something?” I nod my head and even though its dark we can see each others silloette. “Okay. Im going to move so im on my back and your going to get in close, okay.” not saying anything only nidding. Oh my God. He's going to cuddle me. Holy fuck balls he is. He wraps my neck and sholders and pulls me close. My mind is racing but I cant think of a single thought. My head rests on his chest. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Its the only thought that really seems to be making itself noted.
I can feel a little bit of chest hair under my cheek as I feel his hand drip down my side until it was wedged in the elastic of my jammies. His hand is on my hip. Im snuggled up next to Sam. This is a position that would normally be reserved for couples. Im so glad its dark so he can’t see how flustered I am. His other hand, the hand that isn't resting on my hip underneath the elastic of my jammies, goes under the covers and starts to feel around for something. He touches my arm and follows it down to my hand. Taking it he moves it over and onto his chest so my hand is resting on his peck, a few inches off of my face. I can definitly feel his chest hair now. Is my only cognitive thought as instinctivly I start to play with his chest hair. He starts to stroke the upper part of my arm. The arm that's resting on his chest, playing with his chest hair? Yeah, that's the one.
Now for those reading im guessing you have already came to the conclusion that I'm a little underdeveloped emotonally in some ways and worldly in others. Well this is one of the underdeveloped ones. Ive not had much in the way of close contact that didn’t involve me being in some physical pain. So to find someone who does this and makes me feel so safe. Im relishing it. The contact that's been kept away from me for so long and I finally get some. Someone out there cares enough about me to not only help me to survive but to comfort me in ways I never knew I needed. I fall asleep a little after Sam as I listen to his slow malodic breathing.
Waking up from the best sleep I ever had, I find myself in the same position. The only difference, apart from people talking and the light leaking though my eye lids, is the slow malodic breathing I fell aleep to is now jurkey and faster. Plus I can hear Sam talking. I don’t want to open my eyes, I am far to comfy and enjoying this way, way to much to just get up out of bed. I slowly creek open an eye and see Tash and Mikey both chatting away to Sam. Tash notices my eye open and I try to close it quickly again but she got me. “Get up sleepy head. I know your having the time of your life there but we need to get up and get ready. Not only do we have shit to do but this bitch is hungry.” I giggle but shake my head giving only a quick yelp of “no” before grabbing and squeezing Sam for all he's worth. Suprisinly he squeezes me back as he laughs. OMG that makes my heart flutter. What? His laugh never did that before. He gives me a swift peck on the cheek, one that doesn’t go unoticed by the rest of the guys, and tells me its time to get up. I do as I’m told and secretly glad that we are here for another night or two. It means I get to do that again.
Once we are all ready we discus the plan. We are casing the place. We already have a rough guild thanks to the customer but that doesn’t mean we don’t do our own recon. You can never be to careful. Luckley enough, the wall Sam had to help me with wasn't too bad. I can get up easiely enough and I can see the way to get from this house to the targets. Mikey has had me running through the layout of the house. He wanted me knowing it inside and out by heart. My way in is a large balcony on the second floor. A bit of a climb from where I will be entering the property proper. The owners have a dog, which is why it was a doggie door on the balcany. Its nice if you have the money. The dog is a issue for me. I don’t really want to mauled by a fucking dog. Luckily the dog is at the grromers for the night so I will have no worries about that.
The rest is simple get in, get to the safe, open said safe and badda bing badda boom – black box full of sordid secretes shall be in my hand and out the door.
Now I want to talk about what Ive been doing since the first time I met Alice. Once I knew that magic was real and I wasn't about to go to the phyic ward. I spent a lot of my time when doing nothing trying to… do something. Looking back in the past few days Ive come on in leaps and bounds. Teleporting which Alice calls apperating comes easy now. As long as I know where im going it works with minimul amount of ‘pull’. Well that's what I started calling it. I have noticed when doing things for the first time it takes a lot more pull to get it done but after a few times of trying to do something im doing it pretty well. Its a lot to do with belief and just knowing that when you try it it will happen. Its like I looked at my cupboard one night. Its plane white annoyingness just sitting the pissing me the fuck off. So I sat the put my palm out and pulled the magic up and pointed it where I want it to go and do what I want and before you know it my cupboard was pink.
Tash, when she woke up the next day just looked at it shrugged and goes “See, told you. Gaaaaayyyyyy.” I just smiled, if anyone else had siad that I would have been pissed but I know Tash has my back and she's just teasing. She told me long ago that she didn’t give a shit either was so I don’t worry.
I also tried to fly but I came up with a snag. I can hover that's easy. Floating about the ground at about twelve feet at my highest but if I go to high its like I fall off stilts or something. Its like my magical arms arent long enough to support me any higher than that. Its here that I found out that, magic, while amazing, did have its limitations. I was hoping just to be able to fly straight to the balcony and in save me a whole heap of trouble if I ended up falling. In the end trying to hover would be even worse. It would be like trying to climb but with wearing stilts. I supose it will come in handy at some point I was just hoping to implerment it now.
Ive also been working on other things like trying to silence my steps, my breathing and trying to cover any and all scents I give off. I want to try and become unditecable. I did notice that the magic I use to silence my steps also works well for other things to. Like if your neighbour from across the road has their music so load that the surround flats can hear it all clear as crystal. I ended up putting the silence magic over the window and even if it was open you couldt hear it. I was buzzing. I don’t even need a knife to cute veg or anything like that I just get my magic to do it. I just wish I could say something to the guys now that I know its all truly real but something in the back of my mind calls me a freak and says that im not worth their time and effort and if they find out they would leave me or worse try and kill me.
Not the nicest train of thought but unfortunatly that me in a nutshell. We are given leave to ggo and enjoy the sights and have a look at the shops but Mikey made it very clear to us. “Do not go on the graft. We have a job tomorrow and we cant afford people to fuck up and get nicked. Do I make myself clear.” He was looking directly at me. I may have made a boo boo on my first big job but I learned my lesson and never again.
So with that warning fresh in our heads we all walk with each other till we are just besides kings cross. I being the massize disney fan that I am go to the disney shop I saw as we were leaving kings cross yesterday. Tash mutters something about French Connection that im not listening too. In my distracted state I didn’t notice Tash and Mikey leave. Only Sam was left behind me as I made my way over. He just smiles at me and asks “will you still be like this when you get to my age?” I nod my head replying
“If its Disney then fuck yeah.” he gives me another one of them low siductive laughs and my stomach flips. I must be going bright red as he just looks at me and laughs again. Im powting at this point and little put out. “Why are you laughing at me?” He tries to stop laughing and manages, sorta. He walks over putting his arm around me and giving my shoulders a squeeze.
“Because your just two damn cute for your own good. That little pouty face could sweeten viniger.” he looks at me with a huge smile and I melt inside and give him a shy grin. Something has changed with us. Its been happening slowly. I mean we were always close but im starting to feel like one of the girls off of the romantic movies me and Tash always watch. The steriotypical girls that doesn’t realise the guy is playing her like a fiddle so she will fall in love with him. Did I just compare myself to a girl in a movie? Well that's new. He removes his hand from my shoulders as we walk into the shop taking my hand as he does. Once again I'm feeling that this is not normally something he would do but I like it so I say nothing. Its fairly busy with people and plenty of kids. I walk over to the section that has the aladdin stuff in. Aladdin is my favouite movie. Robin Williams is a master. Even though I should identify with Aladdin I don’t I feel much more of a kinship with Jasmine more than him. I cant help feel that I'm her and my prison wasn't a palace but the Dursley's. Sam was my Aladdin, the one that saw me on the streets not having a clue how to look after myself and he helped me. Showed me everything he knew. Its starting to feel like the magic carpet ride today. I hope I can get him to kiss me. My eyes go wide as this thought goes through my head and I look up at him and see him smiling down at me. The blush on my face must be immence as its feels like I could cook an egg on my cheek.
Turning away quickly I look around not really seing anything I wanted. I don’t come into shops like this to buy. Its normallyy to expensive for what your actually getting but I always like to look. Im over by the books now and im having a look. I see the Aladdin novel and I pick it up and have a look. This might be the first time that I might actually buy something from this shop. That is until I look at the back and I see the price. Damn, I should have taken that money from Mikey the other day when he said. Oh well, win some, you loose some. I put it back a little deflated. I know this place aint cheap but that's a rip off. I go off in search of something else a little more in my price range and come up short.
I know that when I look at books I can take a while. I know none of the guys like to go to the library with me anymore, so when I notices Sam was not behind me I assumed he wondered off to leave me be. About ten minutes later and im finsihed. I got disheartened by the prices of the books and decided I could try Waterstones or something. Maybe I would have more luck there, beside they have none fiction books and I do love to learn. Looking around for Sam and see him next to the till talking to a tall blond girl. Typical man, goes stright to chat up a pair of double d’s. Stupid fucking bitch. She should find her own guy. Wait? What? He's not my man, I have not right to tell him who he can and can’t talk to. Beside im just a kid why would he have me when he could have her, its a no brainer. Feeling even more disheartend I walk up to him. He's smiling and laughing when I come up to him. His back is on the counter and he's just zipped it up. Oh right… okay I get it now he was selling some pot. He must be why would he be zipping up his bag. I bet he's just sold her some smoke, he was probably hitting on her too.
Smiling he goes “you ready then?” I nod my head not nearly as happy as when I walked in. getting back outside I pull him to the side and say “what did Mikey say?” He looks at me funny
“What do you mean?”
“You. In there. You sold her some smoke didn’t you. Do you know how stupid that is there was cameras in that store. This is Disney we are talking about here.” I look incredulous. He just looks confused. He obviously didn’t know what to say so he stammers out a “what? No I didn’t. Im not stupid you know I thought after everthing you would know I aint no tit.” He looks a bit insulted. “Besides that is not what I was doing at al…” Not letting him get a word in I rebuff.
“Noooooo you weren’t were you?” sarcasm dripping off the end of my tung. “You were chatting up that bimbo.” slightly taken aback he gives me a look Ive never seen on him before. He was angry mixed with what im guessing is understanding, it looked weird. Shit I might have just overstepped and pushed him away. But why did have to hit on her though he was wth me he could have just waited till I was gone. Last night meant so much to me.
“Ahhh. I see now. Right lets get one thing straight.” Hes going into his bag for something. “I for one was not hitting on, as you so nicely put it, the bimbo. And she isn't buy the way she was a student studying to be a surgen. So less of that. Secondly I was buying you this and she very nicely went into the back and got a copy that had a box with it.” He pulls out the Aladdin Novel that I was pining for before. My eyes go wide. “Now I'm in two minds weather or not to give it after that little performance.
Im speachless, I don’t know what to say. “Sorry I'm a twat. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No you shouldn’t have but its fine. It did show me one thing though.” I was about to ask what when he bends down a bit and whispers in my ear. “I like you too, beautiful.” at this I go bright red. But he doesn’t say anymore he just takes my hands put the book into one hand and takes the other in his own. We continue to shop while holding hands. It was wonderful. We even went past Waterstones and he stopped and asked if I wanted to go inside. I just said the book he got me would be all I would need from London. I only wanted a souveneir and this is the best I could ask for. I think he was touched by that.