Vita et Mors - Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil Fanfiction

Chapter 29

A/N: exams are done! Results will be coming soon... Ooh... I got on trouble though, because I don't have an access control card (card thingy you swipe at doors to get them to open) meaning the receptionist had to come let me into school. I wasn't at school when they were given out, and I haven't got one yet, even though I went and asked the head of business about it and stuff. Long authors note, I'm off now.

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(Sophie's POV)

I watched Gemma fix most people more breakfast, bacon being the most loved item. I had cooked thirty rashers for a reason.

I ate my breakfast thoughtfully, until the door rang.

"I'll get it," I said, putting my fork down and rising. I was still dressed in my nightgown, but I didn't mind. I subconsciously grabbed my knives on my way to the door.

I swung the door open. A small man stood there with what looked like Londons suitcase collection. I raised my eyebrow. "How may I help you?" I asked politely.

"I have the residents of The Shafetsbury Hotels luggage. I was informed they were staying here for a while?"

He had a very odd accent, I thought, starting to take the bags in.

"Yes, thank you," I said. He blushed slightly and looked away from me. I didn't mind, he looked to be fifty or something.

My nightgown wasn't revealing, but it sure wasn't the old-fashioned cover-your-legs style either.

It had a narrow, low cut and a bit of lace on the sleeves, collar and hem. It reached to about three inches above my knee, so it wasn't that bad. I had bought it because it was a deep red with intricate black embroidery on it. I couldn't sew for sh*t, so I really liked it.

"Have a good day," the man said, walking away. I closed the door and looked at the mountain of suitcases.

"Connor!" I yelled.

"Yeah?" I heard his reply.

"Have you finished eating?"

"Yeah."

"Can you come help me with this, then?" I called, still looking unbelievingly at the huge amount of suitcases.

Connor walked into our small hall area. "Ah, about that..." Connor trailed off, smiling sheepishly.

"Come on," I said, rolling my eyes and grabbing about four suitcases. Connor took three large ones and we struggled with them towards the lounge.

I dumped them uncerimounisly in a pile and went back for more. It took Connor and I about three minutes of heavy lifting to shift them all.

"Gemma?" I yelled up the stairs, where everyone had gone to quickly blog a video together.

"Take the camera, but get everyone to come here and reclaim their possessions!" I yelled.

Just thirty seconds later, everyone ran down (Gemma slid down the banister). She burst out laughing at the sight of all the suitcases.

"How much stuff did you pack?" Gemma cried. There was a few shoulder-shrugs, neck-rubs and feet-shuffles before they sorted the cases out.

I was shocked that they had packed almost as much as Gemma or I would have done. Maybe even more, as we planned our outfits very precisely.

******luggage time over********

"Can we all film a video together?" I asked the room in general. I was met with large amounts of happiness, apart from Gemma who was furiously editing. I had done my part earlier, but Gemma insisted on taking the bulk of the work. I didn't mind particularly, Gemma was better at smooth editing but I was better at cool effects like fireworks and red-blood massacres. Not that that was ever needed.