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Chapter 18: Londinium Escapades
Osanna snorted and a moment later they emerged, in a public bathroom stall in London. Both women and their baggage were smooshed into the same stall. Ivy quirked her brows and tried desperately not to elbow Osanna.
"Nice Dumbledore.... VERY NICE" She hissed as she hopped up on the toilet seat to give Osanna room.
"It all makes perfect sense" Osanna quipped in a sarcastic tone. "Dumbledore, portkey, toothbrush, public bathroom...."
Ivy made a grunting noise of assent. "Erghhhh"
The two women waited until a pair of giggly, British teenage girls had left the bathroom before opening the door and nearly tripping over themselves to get out, their baggage spilled all over the floor, and Osanna tripped over it as she tried to detangle her leg from Ivy's.
"Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck" she exclaimed loudly, grinning wildly as a elderly woman entered the bathroom, looking at the two women with great distaste she gave them a wide berth.
"Nice one." Ivy commented picking up her bags. Osanna did the same and the two exited the public bathroom, it was right next to a large, grand hotel. They both shrugged and wandered up to the door, which was promptly opened for them by the doorman.
"You think Dumbledore made us reservations?" Ivy asked as they approached the front desk.
"Probably, I would assume that's why we apparated into the bathroom...at least I hope, knowing Dumbledore there's no telling." Ivy snorted, declining to make any further comment.
"Do you have reservations?� the rather uppity looking woman behind the desk asked, the look on her face clearly stated that she did not think they did, she looked rather like Narcissa, Ivy disliked her immediately.
"I believe reservations were made for us,� Ivy said. "Osanna October and Ivy Cariad."
The woman sniffed in a haughty manner as if she disliked their names as well, then proceeded to press a few keys on her computer.
"Oh.... yes...suite 333" The woman reached under the desk and slid a key across to both Ivy and Osanna. "The room is paid for. Enjoy your stay, contact the front desk if you need anything, room service is 24 hours."
Ivy made a face at the woman, sticking out her tongue as the woman turned her head. She then grabbed Osanna by the arm. "Come on, let's go" Osanna nodded and the two women stepped into the lift, punching the button for the 3rd floor.
The lift stopped and they stepped out, Ivy idly thumping her cane against the lift wall. When the doors opened a young woman about their age and her boyfriend stood waiting for the lift. The young man eyed Osanna, his jaw nearly in his lap, his female companion muttered under her breath; it was unmistakably "Cheap Whores" or something similar.
Osanna just smirked, Ivy however feeling particularly inspired, or just particularly nasty inched her cane out just in front of the woman�s feet. She tripped over it and fell into the lift, face first.
Ivy turned and managed a smile and a wink "Whooopsie" she said over her shoulder to the rather bewildered woman, her boyfriend was trying not to laugh.
"Nice" Osanna said in a cheerful tone as she slid the piece of plastic into the slot, which promptly opened the door. "Well here we are" Osanna kicked the door completely open and proceeded to toss all her bags by the door. Ivy peeked round the door and followed Osanna's example by throwing her bags down on the floor.
The two women gazed around the room, private balcony, a large, king size canopy bed, a Jacuzzi tub, a dining room, and two bathrooms...
"Not bad at all" Ivy said, immediately lighting a cigarette beneath the "No Smoking" sign. Osanna chuckled and began unpacking; Ivy glanced at the table and saw a letter, sealed in an envelope lying there. She idly picked it up and flipped it over a few times before actually bothering to open it, when she did it read.
"Professors Ivy and Osanna,
I hope the room is to your liking. All expenses have been taken care of; please feel free to request whatever you may require. The toothbrush is also your portkey to the Ministry, you may use the same bathroom stall you arrived in, just state "Ministry of Magic" before touching it and it will transport you the few miles there. Also here is half of your Christmas bonus in muggle money for you to spend, the other half is in our own coin and has already been delivered. Snape is taking care of George in your absence. Look forward to your return.
Sincerely,
Albus"
Ivy shrugged to herself and handed the letter to Osanna, there was a good deal of money in the envelope, at least 2,000 pounds. She chuckled and tucked the envelope into her purse. "Well, the Ministry can wait until in the morning cant it?"
Osanna nodded and smiled. "How about room service? I am positively famished."
"Sounds good to me, if they have anything worth eating."
Osanna was on the phone in a minute, berating room service for not having the proper flavors of ice cream that Ivy preferred. She hung up the phone a few minutes later and wrinkled her nose. "I did the best I could, they had some sort of Chinese food, egg foo yung I think, fried rice, egg drop soup, and I am having them bring up some champagne and some assorted chocolates and ice cream.
Ivy grinned almost in a predatory manner as her sweet tooth kicked into overdrive. "Lovely."
The two women began to un-pack their clothes, placing them in the proper drawers. "So what in the hell exactly happened back there?" Ivy asked, fighting with a pair of boots whose laces had gotten tangled in her favorite fishnet stockings.
Osanna stifled a giggle. "At the Quidditch match you mean?"
Ivy nodded as she un-tangled a pair of spiked bracelets from a pair of green and gray knee socks.
"Well" Osanna began, as if not sure how to explain it all. "Basically Potter drew that bludger towards you, I have been thinking about it, and I haven�t figured out why yet...."
"Because he's a little arse-hole...because he hates me..." Ivy stated clearly.
Osanna chuckled. "Well that would be a natural assumption, but I don�t think so.... Potter isn�t quite that stupid...he had a reason, but yes, he drew the bludger to you, it hit you...and err, I got pissed and almost cast the curse.... Snape stopped me...you basically know the rest."
Ivy nodded, a slightly perplexed look on her face, she blinked a few times, like an owl that had gulped down a mouse that had not agreed with its stomach. She paused, she had forgotten something.........