One More Try
"Why can he use magic?' James asked, reaching for his gun. Leila quickly took his hand, stopping the movement.
"I have no idea," she said. "Maybe we're getting closer to getting him back."
Lucius scoffed. "Isn't obvious?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and surveying his unwilling hosts. "I am stuck in this world, just as James is. Should we not make the most of it?" Leila shook her head.
"I…I guess," she said with a sigh.
"What?!" James protested, staring at Leila in surprise. "You're not honestly going to let him stay, are you?"
"What else can I do, James?" Leila asked, taking her husbands hand. "We'll just…have to…," she trailed off as she let her gaze fall on the pile of Harry Potter books by the armchair. "I have an idea," she said. She sprung from her seat and dug through the pile until she came up with the first book. She thrust it into Lucius' grasp and guided him to sit in the chair.
"What do you expect me to do with this?" he demanded. Leila smiled.
"I expect you to read it," she said, then pointed at the rest of the books. "And them. All of them. Alone." Without waiting for Lucius' protests, she took James' hand and hurried from the room, carefully closing the door behind her.
"Are you sure you want to leave him alone?" James asked, eyeing the door nervously. Leila chuckled lightly and shook her head.
"I don't think we have anything to worry about, James," she said.
"But, he can use magic now," James protested as Leila led him away from the den towards their bedroom.
"Are you sure you want to be thinking about him right now?" she asked, trying to sound as though Lucius didn't matter. In reality, she was worried that he wouldn't read and would simply disapperate and terrorize some unsuspecting members of the neighborhood. It was quite an unsettling thought.
"Why don't we stay out here?" James asked, halting next to the couch. "So we can hear him." Leila sighed, then nodded and slumped down onto the couch.
"Fine," she said. "But what do you want to do?" she asked. James shrugged.
"We could watch DMC," he said, smiling.
"Of course," Leila replied. "You put it in." James nodded and hurriedly set up the DVD. Soon they were watching the movie, with James interjecting every time one of his scenes came up.
Leila wasn't sure when she dozed off, but when she woke the movie's credits were rolling. She yawned and stretched, glancing next to her to see if James had also fallen asleep. But he wasn't there. Figuring he'd gone to get coffee, Leila decided to check on their 'guest.' She hurried to the door of the den and pushed it open, peering in to see the chair unoccupied, a book on the floor.
"James!" she called out, rushing from the room and down the stairs. She hurried to the kitchen, but her husband wasn't there. She rushed through the rest of the house, searching every room for James. She never found him. She returned to the den, dumbfounded, wondering how James could be gone. She sat in the armchair and kicked the Harry Potter book aside.
In a small, messy dorm room, at a small, messy desk, sat a young woman typing furiously. The words appeared on her computer screen, glowing in the darkness that was slowly falling. She smiled to herself as he wrote: the most unbelievable cross-over, she'd thought when she started, would be perfected by her.
She reached the pinnacle of the story, an epic battle between pirates and wizards, when a loud thump behind her made her jump. She turned around, and her mouth fell open. Standing behind her, locked in fisticuffs, was a man with long blonde hair and a man with shoulder length brown hair.
The young woman cleared her throat, and her two unexpected guests peered up at her from under one another's limbs.
"Can I help you?" she asked. The men looked at each other and jumped apart.
"Do you know a Mrs. Leila Norrington?" the brown-haired man asked.
"And, do you know how we could return to her abode?" the blonde-haired man added.
The young woman shook her head.
"How did you…," she started, trailing off as the two men glared at each other.
"Just finish your story," the brown-haired man snarled, eyeing the blonde suspiciously.
"Yes, we'll return to our worlds eventually," the blonde concluded.
The young woman nodded and turned back to her computer. She continued writing, trying her best to tune out the argument and fist-fight that had erupted behind her. As she reached the end of the chapter, silence fell over the room. She smiled to himself, thinking she had succeeded in returning his unwanted guests to where they'd come from.
She shut down her computer, preparing for bed. But, as she stood and turned around, stretching her arms above her head, she found the blonde-haired man lying in her roommate's bed, and the brown-haired man curled up on the floor.
"Oh, god, not again," she muttered, pulling back the covers on her bed and climbing in. As the moonlight filtered in through the window, the girl stared up at the skeletal monkey clinging to the ceiling.