Jarvey
Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: Oceanic Flight 815
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| This one I suppose is kind of short too, but I hope you still enjoy !Chapter 6 As these thoughts came to me, Charlie came into the compartment, “Hey, can I sit here?” he asked. “My brother’s friends kicked me out of theirs.”
“Yeah, sure, sit down.” I responded. What else could I say?
He sat down. The air was awkward. I looked down at the floor. I noticed how his feet easily touched the floor, while mine were hanging down halfway.
Finally, Charlie asked, “So, what’s your name?’
“Bandy,” I answered.
He smiled, “Charlie.” He reached out his hand, and I took it. I already knew his name, and he knew I knew his name, but I suppose it was the best way to introduce yourself.
I looked at him, trying to figure out what to say. Finally, I pointed at his dragon pin. “Are you fond of dragons?” I asked.
He looked down to where I was pointing, smiled and answered, “Oh, yes. I saved up all my money so I could buy one in Diagon Alley. It took a while, but I’m glad I got it. I’ve always wanted to study dragons. I find them fascinating.”
I began to think of all the tales of dragons back at home. My all time favorite, of course, has a hobbit as the hero. When Bilbo Baggins and his group of dwarves stole back the treasure from the evils of Smaug, which was truly something to behold.
I then explained the story to Charlie, and he laughed, because according to him, dragons couldn’t talk. I took to heart his laughter, and asked how he knew. He had replied that he had read about it. And finally I made the blow by saying that perhaps they were just too shy now to say anything. We stared at each other for a long time, and then we both laughed, laughing all the while.
After we had finished with our giggling, Charlie felt his stomach. “Man, I’m hungry.”
I too, felt a rumbling in my stomach. For Pippin’s sake, I thought, I missed second breakfast and Elevensies.
Charlie then pulled out a brown paper bag from his pocket, and handed a sandwich to me. “Turkey,” he said, “Mum made some for Bill and me. Take it, they’re really good.”
I took it out of his hand. It was covered in this shiny, clear, plastic-like substance. As I stared at it curiously, Charlie was giggling. I stared at him, “What’s so funny?”
“I’m sorry,” he replied, “but you’re looking as though you’ve never seen a sandwich before.
Slightly hurt, I answered, “Of course I’ve seen a sandwich before. It’s just, the clear stuff around it. Am I supposed to eat that too?”
“No,” replied Charlie. “It’s saran wrap. You put around food to keep it fresh. Then when you want to eat it, you just take it off.”
Staring in wonder, I took off the “saran wrap”, and took a bite of the sandwich. It tasted good.
After the sandwich we stared at the windows for a while and then talked about our families. I told him about my dad, Rosie, Aunt Firiel, Uncle Tolman, and even my mum. I didn’t mention anything about hobbits or anything, since I had a strange feeling I should really keep that secret.
But he told me all about his family. Apparently he the second of seven! And only two years ago did he get his first sister!
As we traveled, a lady with a cart full of candy rolled by. She politely asked us if we wanted any candy, and we politely told her no. Not that we didn’t want candy, but we just didn’t have the money. Then, from behind her appeared a girl with bright blue hair. She seemed to look at us for a second and then asked the lady, “Umm… could I please have three chocolate frogs and three licorice wands ma’am?”
The lady with the cart smiled at her, and handed her the candy. The girl then gave her some coins, and then the lady pushed her cart away.
Before the girl walked away however, she threw both Charlie and me a Chocolate Frog and a Licorice wand each. She smiled, winked, and walked away.
Fascinated, Charlie and I ran for the door to check if she was still there so we could thank her. She wasn’t.
In the doorway, Charlie and I looked at each other, shrugged, and went back to sit down with our candy, which was quite delicious since it was my first time having it. |