Fan Fiction ❯ Chaos Factor ❯ Lunch at the Lunatic Cafe ( Chapter 2 )

Lady Knight3: Here's the next chapter. Anything you recognize is the property of their respective creators…everything else is mine.

~*~*Chapter 2*~*~

Hello Angels,

It has been several years since we last were in touch. I hear you are going to be in town for an indeterminate length of time. Perhaps we should meet to discuss old times and new ventures. I believe you will find it worth your while to assist me in my current endeavor. I would enjoy facing my upcoming challenges with the favors of such lovely damsels as you. I will have our usual table reserved for lunch this Friday. Don't be late; I have a teatime appointment with one of Mom's relatives to discuss a series of unexplained phenomenon that recently occurred in his inner sanctum. I look forward to seeing you.

In friendship,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

"I don't like it." Juline sat behind her large desk in the study, regarding her sisters and best friend.

"You never like it, when Uncle Albus asks for a favor." Emily, the older of the two blonds, stated matter-o-factly. At 5 feet 8 inches tall and rather curvy, she was Juline's junior by three years. Her hair was a soft blond, very curly and cropped to just below her chin.

"She doesn't like it because we always end up owing him another favor," replied Rini, Juline's youngest sister. She was also the tallest of the group standing at 5 feet 10 inches with a slender, willowy build. Her long blonde hair was wildly streaked with purple. "Although I don't think you mind it as much as you claim to."

Juline sighed, for this was undoubtedly true. There was something about Albus Dumbledore that made it hard to dislike him. Even if his requests came at the most inconvenient times, they had never been denied or unsuccessfully completed.

Emily and Rini had been very young when they had been introduced to the elderly wizard. His fondness of sweets had endeared him to the eight and five year olds, and they still called him `Uncle.' Juline and Chris, having been slightly older when they first met, were really very fond of him, but that never stopped them from giving him a piece of their minds when they thought he needed to be brought down a peg or two.

"Well we know the old man's desperate if he's calling us `angels.' Whose bright idea was it to send him those `Charlie's Angels' DVDs?" Commented Chris as she reclined in her overstuffed arm chair, legs dangling over the side. "Anyways, if he is calling in a favor, you three can handle this one. I've still got some projects to work on." With that, she swung her legs around and stood. Exiting the room, she called over her shoulder, "Try to leave some survivors this time."

Juline made a face at her friend's retreating form. "And you try not to blow anything up!" She yelled. Flicking her right hand, she conjured a crystal sphere and began twirling and weaving it between her hands. It was an odd habit, and she'd never encountered another with the ability. She found it helped her concentrate to make the crystals dance through her fingers… though they did have other uses.

Relaxing as she continued to toy with the ball, Juline came to the conclusion that whatever Dumbledore wanted it was probably best if she went to speak with him alone. The other two would cave too easily and probably come back on a major sugar high. And if there was one thing for certain in this world, it was that sugar and teenage witches don't mix.

"Must you do that?" Emily asked, pulling her short, curly hair into a ponytail.

"Yes," Juline smirked. "I must. It's fun and it took me three years to learn how to do it with out dropping them all over the place!"

"Can we get on with this?" Rini asked, interrupting the beginnings of another pointless argument. Juline tossed the crystal high in the air and caught it in her left hand.

"I've already decided. I'm going by myself, so no whining."

"Good." Emily and Rini said.

"What?"

"Well, it'd be nice to see Uncle Al~fs and all, but I don't feel like going to Geeat JñWain." Rini shrugged. "However…" she began, her eyes taking on a psychotio×gleam that could only mean oneÛihing. "…You'd bett&' briº´Âiß