A Strange Turn of Events

Eep! Mother-

"Eep! Mother-"

I clutch my chest as I regain my breath. Strange's laughter echoing through the portal that he'd made to poke my shoulder and spook the heck out of me. I get that he wants to practice his magic but holy carp.

"I hate you."

I mutter.

"Aw you don't mean that."

"No I don't. So how's the books?"

"Well after a threat on my life Wong guided me to a few starters, seeing as I burned through the beginner section of the library."

"I'm sure you're already done with them?"

"Obviously. Hey, that reminds me I want to study astral projection. What to join me on a trip to the library?"

"Why not. Just give me a moment to finish this sketch and I'll be right over, give you a chance to scare somebody else before we go."

"I'll just join you now. You're outside aren't you?"

"Yeah, but I'm gonna take a bit."

"That's fine."

I scoot over to allow Stephen through the portal behind me.

"What are you drawing?"

"Commission."

"Cool."

After a few awkward minutes of being watched while doing my art. I close up the laptop and put it back in its bag.

"I need to put this in the room. Really coming out here with me was rather pointless."

"I'll do it."

I roll my eyes.

"You're quite enjoying portals."

He just shrugs before making a small portal to put my computer bag on my mat. Turning to me with a smile.

"Ta-dah, off we go then?"

"Off we go."

One theatrical hand wave and a short walk later and we're standing in the library. The doctor quickly spotting the book keeper.

"Wong."

The man sighs heavily.

"What do you want Strange?"

"Astral projection."

"You're not ready for that."

"Try me Beyonce!"

I have to slap a hand over my mouth, holding in laughter while Wong looks less than amused, Strange quirks a brow.

"You've heard of her right? Big star?"

No response, except my sniggering in the background.

"Do you ever laugh?"

Again nothing.

"Come on, just give me the book."

Wong very sternly shakes his head.

"No."

Later that evening we're in the room, and Strange is still pouting about not getting the books he wanted.

It's amusing to say the least, but it also makes him quiet so I can get more work done. I'm an eighth of the way to paying off the loan now. Well, not counting interest. My fingers tense as I start hearing portals opening. I look over at him, and again I'm stifling laughter.