Iqi: Arrival

Chapter Eight

"I can not believe you read the entire thing," Hermione shook her head at me in disbelief opening up her package.

"I can't believe you ordered more clothes," I raised an eyebrow at her setting the Quran down on her nightstand.

"What? I got something for you too this time!" she grinned.

I plopped down on her bed. "Hm."

"So did you enjoy your read," she asked still digging through her package.

"It was surprisingly similar to both the Bible and Tanakh. But I guess that's to be assumed considering they have similar origins," I sighed. "I can't believe humans have so much conflict with each other simply because of vague differences in these texts. I can ever imagine any written word being moving enough to inspire such violence."

"Eh, humans were slaughtering each other long before any of those books were written so it's more likely that people are just trash and the books are excuses," Hermione said shimmying on some boots.

"I don't think people are trash," I muttered.

"That's why people love you," she laughed. "When's your next session anyways?"

"Two days from now. Tuesday."

"Good, any cancellations?" Hermione asked walking up to the mirror to admire her shoes.

"Only one. But that spot was fill up pretty quickly so security had time to run a background search on them," I stood up. "I'm hungry. Can we order some food?"

"Sure. What are you craving?"

"Jamaican."

Hermione grinned at me. "If someone told me a year ago that my alien brother would ask me for some Jamaican food I'd laugh in their face."

"I think you'd laugh in their face regardless," I smiled.

"Ha! Yeah, you're probably right. Go see if Willoughby wants anything, I'll start ordering on Grubhub. What do you want?"

"Brown rice, oxtail and fried plantains," I could feel my mouth already salivating at the thought.

Hermione chuckled to herself. "Alright."

I walked down the hall to Dr. Willoughby's lab nodding to the patrolling security as I went. It was always strange walking into the lab knowing it was specifically designed to study me. I could see sample of my hair, blood, feathers and skin organized neatly around the lab. Dr. Willoughby slept peacefully at her desk, her head resting on a thick open book. I smiled and walked up to her resting my hand on her head softly and waiting for her to stir awake.

"Iqi," she yawned loudly. "Do you need something?"

"No, Hermione and I are ordering some Jamaican food. We were wondering if you wanted any?"

"Aw, you're so sweet," Willoughby stretched, still yawning. "Yes, can you get me some jerk chicken and rice. Oh and a sprite too!"

"No problem," I began to walk off. "Also, I know I'm suppose to just let the security do their jobs but should I ask them if they want anything as well?"

"I'm sure they would love that. It must get boring patrolling a high security building, nothing ever happens here," Willoughby stood up and opened a draw, pulling out a small notebook.

"Here," she said. "Write down what they want and give it Hermione. I'm sure she has more than enough money with that session you have coming up on Tuesday."

"Thank you," I smiled taking the notebook. I wrote down jerk chicken, rice and Sprite on the first page.

"No, thank you. Also could you drop by after lunch so I can take some blood samples?"