Gemini Norawit knows only two things: that he wants to become a king of Magical World and that he absobulety hates Fourth Nattawat. They have to compete against each other to win a crown. But what if one of them is only pretending to be someone else...
“Oh, of course, so you think I'm a fool.” There was no malice in Fourth's voice, only amusement. Gemini raised one eyebrow.
“What?”
“Nothing other than the fact that you don't think I'm such a fool that I wouldn't be able to tell my own sister from some pretender. Gemini, I felt from the beginning that she wasn't my sister, my P'Tu. I know her. You sounded a moment ago as if you were suggesting that I didn't know my own sister.”
“If you knew about it, why did you pretend not to know? And you didn't tell me anything?”
“There was no opportunity. Wait, what are you doing?!”
The shock in Nattawat's voice was completely justified. Norawit first led his recently-still-enemy to their shared room, and now sat him down on the bed. He even handed Fourth a glass of water.
Gemini, knowing that Fourth was about to be discharged from the institute hospital, made sure that their apartment looked as cozy and friendly as possible. He even asked P'First to help him change the floor so that it would never show a race track again.
“After all that happened I think he will hate Formula 1, so we should change it a bit”, Gemini told P'First few hours ago. P'First only smiled as if he knew everything already.
Fourth was in for quite a shock when he entered their apartment. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if they had mixed up the rooms. Everything that had previously referred to motorsport in any way was now gone. There was nothing to indicate that a Formula 1 fan had lived here just a moment ago. The ceiling was enchanted to show the sky at a given time of day (like in the famous Hogwarts) or night, the floor changed depending on the owner's mood (at the moment it resembled a green meadow full of various flowers that bent slightly under the touch of the wind).
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Books about motorsport were replaced by guides for young parents, fairy tales for children, books of spells and potions, and even tourist atlases. Some prankster (Gemini suspected Dunk of having such "brilliant" ideas) even placed a baby cot in the middle of the room, against the wall, between a cabinet filled entirely with stuffed animals and children's clothes and a bookshelf.
“What happened here?”
“Oh, that’s an excellent question, and honestly, I’d like to know.”
Gemini looked like an innocent little thing who hadn’t planned on it at all, and who hadn’t guessed that having the room re-arranged so quickly by people who were so completely unsuitable for the task as Phuwin, Dunk, First, Poon, Mark, and Aungpao could end in total disaster.
Fourth had no intention of sitting on the bed obediently. He looked around the room and grabbed his head dramatically.
“Gem! Where are my things?!”
“What things?”
“All of them! My Formula 1 cars, my books, my memorabilia...!”
“I threw them out. I thought it would be better if nothing reminded you of this pathetic and worthless world of motorsport,” Gemini replied carelessly, waving his hand as if it really didn’t matter. Fourth felt offended.
