Wishful Thinking

Chapter Twenty Seven - I Won't

The station was packed even at this time of the day, people passing in and out of the barriers, barely paying any attention to the people around them. "I can't believe I want to live here when I'm older." Tony mumbled.

I smirked, "Really? Can't keep up with it?"

Tony's face flushed and he looked away, "I didn't say that, course I can keep up."

My smirk turned into a smile, liar, and I turned my attention back to the barriers, looking out for a certain brunette. Five minutes later she came trundling round the corner, pulling along a bulky looking suitcase. The bag caught and flipped over, causing Evangeline's arm to twist, she yelped and nearly fell, what she did next was unexpected. Evangeline cursed loudly and the people all around her turned around and stared at her, looking at the kind looking woman who just cursed. It took all my strength not to laugh until my sides hurt, Tony on the other hand let out one huge chuckle. He laughed louder than Evie cursed, he didn't stop laughing even when everyone turned to look at him. Most people just smiled and waved it off as another rebellious teenager but some frowned angrily, obviously mad we interrupted their morning with swearing and manic cackling, because that's what Tony sounded like. With a red face Evie manoeuvred her suitcase through the barrier and walked over to us, taking fleeting glances at the few still staring. "Can we please go?" she asked quietly, trying to ignore Tony's cackling, but it was very hard to.

I smiled pleasantly and nodded, gesturing to the exit. Evie and I walked side by side out the station, with cackler struggling to keep up behind us. "Seriously, Tony, I don't see why you find it so hilarious." I commented, looking right to left at the traffic.

We crossed quickly and I glanced back at Tony, who was finally gathering himself. "I don't know but just hearing someone as sweet as Evie swearing, in public, and that loudly is just frickin' hilarious." He explained, taking a few breaths. "Don't tell me you didn't find it funny."

My cheeks reddened and I glanced sideways at Evie, "Course not." I replied, but they both knew it was a lie.

The three of us walked down the street in silence, except for a few sniggers from Tony, who couldn't keep his mouth shut. I swear, sometimes Tony is just this talking machine, the day he finally shuts up will be the end of the world. But, that was a bit hypocritical of me, I would out live God trying to have the final word. "so, what are we doing today?" Evie asked, breaking the silence and making me jump.

Tony sniggered at my reaction and I frowned at him, he was really getting on my nerves today. "Well," I said, but I didn't really have a clue as to what we were doing, "Nothing, I don't think."

"Oh." Was all she said, glancing across the street at a rather extravagantly displayed shop, she cocked an eyebrow at me.

"I don't know and I don't want to know."

Evie chuckled, the red leaving her cheeks. She looked like the normal Evie again, thank god. My back pocket buzzed violently then, not stopping until I pulled my phone out and answered, "Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Gwen!" John's voice yelled back at me. "I have good news!"

"You found a director?"

"Even better." I frowned, what could be better than finding a last minute director? "I found two!"

My eyebrows shut upwards, turning my frown into surprise. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Well technically J.K. found them," John babbled, "But that doesn't matter, what matters is that we found two directors who are willing to do it!"

"Well, that's great! Who?"

"David Yates and Chris Columbus."

"Who?"