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<B> “Yeah mum?”</b> Ezra leaned back out of the door of his car. The woman was washing her hands on a dish towel, her dark hair framing her face just so. Stepping out the house she walked towards her sun sitting in the car. Stopping just outside the door, she looked at her soon with a look that seemed like he should know what she was thinking. This was Ezra we were talking about, he wasn’t exactly the most intuitive person in the world. Like a lot of guys his age, he wasn’t good at guessing the underlining meeting of thing, he had to be told things straight out or else he wouldn’t be able to guess. <P>
That was the trouble with women, they always assumed everyone else could read their thoughts. Ezra kind of wished he could though, of all the super powers he could have, he would pick telepathy. Finally holding out her arms a wide smile stretched clean up her cheeks. <i> “Give your mum a kiss.”</i> Letting out a dramatic sigh, Ezra hoisted himself out of his seat and stood up to face the woman. He was a lot taller than the elder woman, but that never made a difference. Wrapped his arms around her, he placed a quick kiss on her soft check before pulling her tight to his body for a brief second. He was a momma’s boy and he made absolutely no apologies for it. Pulling away, he looked back down at her with a soft glance.<P>
<I> “You be sure to thank his parents for letting stay. And send Drew my best and let him know any time he wants to come over he’s welcome. Drive safe sweetie.”</i> Standing up on her tip toes to give her soon another kiss on the cheek, the woman turned back in the direction of the house, stopped once on the stoop and turned to watch him pull out the driveway. Ezra was going to visit his friend Drew Alden for several days and help him work on his car. No doubt the task of working on the car would take them more than one day anyways. He knew was Drew was excited about this, so he wanted to take his time teaching him the basics of the automobile. Yes, Ezra was a wizard, but he was a also a muggleborn and their father had insisted and an Katie get a driver’s license when they were of age. He had been driving for two years solid before he actually got his license. His mother had deemed him ‘quite a good little driver’. He just hoped that didn’t mean she expected him to drive her around everywhere. He loved his mother to pieces but he flat out refused to be her chauffer. <P>
It was early morning and he had a six hour drive ahead of him. He had a lot of time to himself. Time to think about the upcoming semester and what would become of him and Quinn Valentine the amazing girl he had met in detention. He smiled at the thought of her. He wanted to know her better, he wanted to take her on a date. He couldn’t deny the attraction he felt towards her, sitting next to her, touching her hand, it was downright electric. But he also had the entire holiday break to think about her. What he had to think about was whether or not Cleo was going to make it to Dumfries and Galloway, six hours away. He had a feeling she would, she had made longer treks in the past. It was just good to drive her again. Stepping on the clutch and pushing her into fourth year, Ezra sped down the empty countryside road.
He had some lunch his mum had packed for him in the passenger seat for when he got hungry later. For the weekend he had packed his trusty set of tools to work on Drew’s car with and a small duffle with a few essentials. The ’62 Lotus Elite sputtered as the new gear kicked, and Ezra was suddenly worried that she might die on him but her sputtering soon ceased and she was back to humming along. They would both make it there in one piece. The hours passed by quicker than Ezra realized. Before he knew it they were in Scotland and not too far from Drew’s home. About an hour ago Ezra had finally caved and dug into the lunch his mum had packed him. A turkey sandwich with left overs from dinner, a bag of crisps, muffin form the batch she had baked and a container of water. It wasn’t the most healthy meal in the world but fat kind of had the habit of slipping straight off his bones. <P>
Finally, pulling onto the street where he knew Drew’s house to be on, he heard Cleo start to protest. She was coughing, sputtering, and putting up an outright hissy fit. He managed to roll into the drive way when she finally shut off. At least he had arrived. Ramming the gear into park, Ezra got out of his car and smiled at his friend who was sitting next to his clunker and drinking a beer. Ezra had arrived right around the time he had told Drew to expect him. <B> “Mate! Nice ride! One minute though! Having a lover’s spat…”</b> Smiling he gave his friend a quick wave before rounding the front of his car’s smoking lid. He popped the hood and looked at the engine. Letting out a sigh he turned back around to Drew. <B> “Looks like she’s about to divorce me….I might need one of those beers.”</b> It looked like they would be working on two cars today. <B> “Hop over here and you can have your first lesson.”</b> He waited for his friend to join him by the smoking engine of his poor dear Cleo. She was almost done for, but Ezra was determined.
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