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Adult +
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Muggles and Microwaves
// Chapter 2 //
This day was the worst one of his life, except the one where he got himself branded like cattle, and the one when he told his wife that he didn’t want to sleep with her because she had the sexual appeal of a corpse, and the one when he …. Lucius sighed.
Auror Jenkins was a pain in the arse. Once they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, he managed to attract the attention of the entire pub by pretending to trip over some nice looking witch’s legs. He took a perverse pleasure out of the watching the crowd ogle Lucius and whispering about him. It was well known by now that he was to enter the Muggle world. They made fun of him. Lucius fumed at the thought.
Many of them did not know half of his life, they judged him by what the media told him. If only they knew.
When Jenkins took him to the underground, things went no better. So many Muggles, he never knew there were so many of them! They pushed him around, bumping into his shoulders and stepping on his toes. Then there was that stupid ticket machine. Lucius pushed all the buttons, but the thing didn’t budge. The ticket wouldn’t come out. It demanded pounds. What pounds?! Lucius was sorely tempted to climb upon the machine and see if his pounds were enough, but his guard snickered, then told him, with an innocent face, he already had the tickets anyway.
He vowed never to go near London Underground again.
At least no one looked at him like he was a wanted criminal. Which he was. But that didn’t matter.
When Jenkins showed him his home, he was told that ‘he\'d better behave’. Like Lucius had any other choice. Then he left, thank Merlin.
He looked around the apartment and figured the Ministry could have done worse. The flat he got was rather, well, Muggle, for the lack of a better word. It was a two room apartment, complete with furniture and everything the average Muggle needs: a kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom and a guestroom.
Lucius decided to explore the kitchen. He had never seen a kitchen up close before. Why wander into the kitchen when you have House Elves?
It was … well, a kitchen. A Muggle one, that is. There were three strange devices in it. One that seemed like a box with a glass front and a lot of buttons next to it. He pushed a few of them.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Lucius backed away in fear. What was that bloody thing? It seemed as it wanted to say something. Lucius looked carefully at it. Something inside moved!
Some sort of handle was stuck to the front. Lucius grabbed it and pulled. The glass front opened.
Very careful, like he was handling a Blast Ended Skrewt, he explored the glass. It seemed safe enough, there were no spikes or anything else that could maim him. In the middle of the box lay a round disk. Carefully, he put his hand inside the box and touched the disk.
With a yelp he pulled back. That hurt! The stupid thing burned him!
He pulled his burned hand close to his body as to shield it from further harm. Stupid Muggles. He was about to walk away, when he realized the little door was still open. He looked around.
To his left hung something that resembled a large fork. He studied it carefully, then grabbed it. Deciding that this was the most safe course of action, he poked the box with his fork. It didn’t move. He poked a few buttons, but the thing inside didn’t move.
Amazing.
The little door to the box was still open. He poked it with his fork. It snapped shut. And there it went again.
It moved.
Amazing.
What was it?
***
The microwave kept Lucius occupied for a few hours. He figured out that it was to heat something up. Why else would it turn that hot?
Satisfied with his recent discovery, he sauntered into the living room, if you could call it that. A plush sofa and a chair were crammed in the little space. There was a large window as well. The view sucked. His windows showed more apartments and the street down below. Lucius now lived in a suburb of London, above the mall.
His parents must be turning in their graves.
// Authors Note //
I had a lot of fun writing this chapter Read and review makes a happy writer!
I’d like to hear what you think, positive or negative. Feedback is always welcome.
This day was the worst one of his life, except the one where he got himself branded like cattle, and the one when he told his wife that he didn’t want to sleep with her because she had the sexual appeal of a corpse, and the one when he …. Lucius sighed.
Auror Jenkins was a pain in the arse. Once they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, he managed to attract the attention of the entire pub by pretending to trip over some nice looking witch’s legs. He took a perverse pleasure out of the watching the crowd ogle Lucius and whispering about him. It was well known by now that he was to enter the Muggle world. They made fun of him. Lucius fumed at the thought.
Many of them did not know half of his life, they judged him by what the media told him. If only they knew.
When Jenkins took him to the underground, things went no better. So many Muggles, he never knew there were so many of them! They pushed him around, bumping into his shoulders and stepping on his toes. Then there was that stupid ticket machine. Lucius pushed all the buttons, but the thing didn’t budge. The ticket wouldn’t come out. It demanded pounds. What pounds?! Lucius was sorely tempted to climb upon the machine and see if his pounds were enough, but his guard snickered, then told him, with an innocent face, he already had the tickets anyway.
He vowed never to go near London Underground again.
At least no one looked at him like he was a wanted criminal. Which he was. But that didn’t matter.
When Jenkins showed him his home, he was told that ‘he\'d better behave’. Like Lucius had any other choice. Then he left, thank Merlin.
He looked around the apartment and figured the Ministry could have done worse. The flat he got was rather, well, Muggle, for the lack of a better word. It was a two room apartment, complete with furniture and everything the average Muggle needs: a kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom and a guestroom.
Lucius decided to explore the kitchen. He had never seen a kitchen up close before. Why wander into the kitchen when you have House Elves?
It was … well, a kitchen. A Muggle one, that is. There were three strange devices in it. One that seemed like a box with a glass front and a lot of buttons next to it. He pushed a few of them.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Lucius backed away in fear. What was that bloody thing? It seemed as it wanted to say something. Lucius looked carefully at it. Something inside moved!
Some sort of handle was stuck to the front. Lucius grabbed it and pulled. The glass front opened.
Very careful, like he was handling a Blast Ended Skrewt, he explored the glass. It seemed safe enough, there were no spikes or anything else that could maim him. In the middle of the box lay a round disk. Carefully, he put his hand inside the box and touched the disk.
With a yelp he pulled back. That hurt! The stupid thing burned him!
He pulled his burned hand close to his body as to shield it from further harm. Stupid Muggles. He was about to walk away, when he realized the little door was still open. He looked around.
To his left hung something that resembled a large fork. He studied it carefully, then grabbed it. Deciding that this was the most safe course of action, he poked the box with his fork. It didn’t move. He poked a few buttons, but the thing inside didn’t move.
Amazing.
The little door to the box was still open. He poked it with his fork. It snapped shut. And there it went again.
It moved.
Amazing.
What was it?
***
The microwave kept Lucius occupied for a few hours. He figured out that it was to heat something up. Why else would it turn that hot?
Satisfied with his recent discovery, he sauntered into the living room, if you could call it that. A plush sofa and a chair were crammed in the little space. There was a large window as well. The view sucked. His windows showed more apartments and the street down below. Lucius now lived in a suburb of London, above the mall.
His parents must be turning in their graves.
// Authors Note //
I had a lot of fun writing this chapter Read and review makes a happy writer!
I’d like to hear what you think, positive or negative. Feedback is always welcome.