“Well, this is my life,” Alice shrugged her shoulders, smiling a little as she looked about the boxes. She rubbed the back of her neck and nibbled idly on the inside of her lip as she looked around. It was highly upsetting, the idea that this was it. This was her tucked up in boxes. She dropped herself down on the bed hesitantly, tossing her eyes about the room as the boys began to move inside. It was her life. Except, it was slightly different now. Wrapped up in cardboard it might have been but she was somewhere else now. It was a new chapter, at least. At last.
“Perfect,” she smiled brightly. That was a better option. She couldn’t exactly put a sofa somewhere but if it was kept in miniature it would all fit nicely on one of the top shelves and whilst that wasn’t ideal it was better than getting rid of it which was the last thing she wanted to do. It was the first thing she’d bought after arriving in her flat in Britain. She’d bought a sofa and a pair of curtains and she was determined to keep them, even when and if she went back to France – which was more likely than not – she was going to put them somewhere nice where they could enjoyed and she could remember.
Ariel sloped off, taking up his stack while Alice bobbed up to look into hers. With her wand she brought down the box on top and opened it up, finding linens and bed clothes and towels. She grinned to herself and with a flick of her wand she lifted them all out, the doors to her closet flying open to envelope the materials. The towels set themselves down in their own little pile, the linen and the bedclothes doing the same. The box collapsed itself with a bright pop and then it was onto the second which contained, thankfully, some of her underwear so at least she beat the boys to that front.
“I’ve got books,” Ariel declared, opening his first box. He lifted down another. “More books,” he reported. Another two followed each full to bursting with, you guessed it: books. Thankfully, the fifth book provided him with two shrunken bookshelves, white, with glass doors on the frontage. He took them out, grateful that they were smaller, and he carried them into the bedroom. Ariel picked the wall opposite the bed and with his wand between his teeth he sent the dresser flying across to the other wall, placing it beside the window but, in doing so, caused Alice to shriek.
“Here?” he gruffed, provoking her out of her momentary fright. She nodded, smiling a little and he set the bookshelves down before enlarging them once more. “They’re nice,” he appraised, opening and closing one of the doors before calling in the boxes of books. “Okay, so… what do you want, colours?” He inquired. She nodded again and opened the top drawer of her dresser which with another flick of his wand he set to the colour of the bookshelves to match. Then, he focused on directing the books out of the boxes so they created a kaleidoscope of brightness across the shelves.
Within an hour or so, the room was cleared of boxes, any things that couldn’t be used being banished to the back of the wardrobe. Then, as Ari ducked out to make some late lunch for them, Alice set about fixing a vase of sunflowers by her bed. Her hair had fallen out of its pony tail, the band now around her wrist, and it was a curtain down her face, a few little locks reaching out to frame her chin. Once they were done she dropped herself back down on the bed and looked around. It looked more like her room. A little bit of her. All of her, nearly, taken out of boxes and placed around like a little museum. It was her home now.
Eric trotted in, bouncing up onto the bed and he licked at her hand enthusiastically. She tickled his neck and smiled, popping a kiss onto his head before watching him as he bounced off again, hurrying out of the door, his tail wagging, at Ari’s call of lunch for him. She nibbled on her lip again and looked around wonderingly. This was so unbelievably easy, she thought. It was too easy. She was sure that something would go wrong – if not now then at some point. She hoped desperately that it wouldn’t be the case but it shouldn’t have been as simple as Jemma had said.
“Al!” Ari called. “Ooooliver!”
Alice pushed herself up back onto her feet and wandered down the hall to the kitchen where she found Ari setting out two platters of hot, fresh pizzas that had just come out of the oven. With them came a bowl of spicy looking potato wedges and Alice found Eric nomming away on his food down by the fridge.
“I’m going out,” Ari declared, dropping the tea towel onto the table. “These are going to be hot. The last of the pepperoni went onto that one, Oll, so… bear in mind. This one is three cheese, Alice, so it’s not boring. Right, I’m going.”
With that said, a few moments passed and then the door slammed shut. Ariel was gone, leaving Alice and Ollie together in the kitchen, looking over the food that he’d made. The pizzas were homemade, Alice discovered upon further inspection. She decided that the dough must have come out of the freezer – there was no way Ariel had found the time to make them up from scratch. She reached for the slice, taking herself off a little bit and she put it onto one of the plates he’d set out, picking up a fork from the table also.
“I think this is well deserved,” she enthused brightly, cutting off the end of the pizza with her fork. She blew on it and then popped the piece into her mouth. She looked down at the pizza. It was good – too good. Ridiculously good. “Wow,” she murmured. She put down her fork briefly before picking up one of the potato wedges. They were as spicy as they looked but also fabulous. She smiled brightly and looked at Ollie.
“Can I convince you to watch a film with me?” She inquired. “I think after all that toiling, some relaxing time is on the cards.”