Mismatched. (Being improved.)

•Chapter Three•

After having a really informative day at the university, I can't help but think about what that tour guide told me.

Robbed.

Englishman.

Man in his late fifties.

Thinking about this gave me a headache.... I took a paracetamol to relieve my headache....but it can't relieve me from the thoughts I'm having...

As I wait outside by the university gates for my ride(my mom came in her favourite car........ A Ford Capri.) I noticed that everyone had been giving me strange looks, looks of disgust, hatred, and some with pure confusion. Some even had the ' I thought that family was extinct, what's he doing here then?!' type of look. I see my mom coming by, so I go further up the road to hop in the car and go home. My mom surprised me when she stated that I would be going to my grandparents house. I hadn't been there for the past five years! According to my mum, she had to do some important work that did not require me there. I immediately felt something was fishy about this.

Grandparents home. Not been there for five years.
Sudden important work that must be done ASAP.

I felt weird.

Why would my mom  have a problem with me being at home? MY HOME. I have to agree, as she promised me my favorite McDonald's Big Mac. So I guess I have to agree... Or else I don't know how else she might drag me there.

As I walk towards the patio, I see two familiar faces...
...Oh, don't forget the friendly-faced bulldog.

I greeted Gran Wickley Englishman, and then 'Pa Weasley Englishman. As far for relationships, my grandparents ARE NOT old at all. 'Pa Weasly is fifthy four years this year, with Gran Wickley two years younger than him.

I get a warm "Welcome back lad!" banner and kisses on the cheeks and big hugs. It reminds me of how my parents used to be towards me until I turned ten years old. I guess I'll never know what happened that day...

As dusk settles in, I chug a nice big jug of vanilla milk(Gran Wickley is famous for this, it's so addictive like a strong drug!) I soon become tired and bored of my grandparents, talking about their love life(I really didn't want to know about it, it was DIGUSTING).

Soon they decided to go to bed. I knew that this would be my time to 'explore' in the really dark and amazingly creepy basement. I slowly approached the stairway which led down to the rather exquisite golden door (although covered with dust, you could still see it was 24 karat gold). I tried my best to keep the door from making any creeking noise that could wake up my grandparents, or the dog for that matter. As I enter, the first thing that caught my eye was ...

...All the dust that had been collecting for a time that seemed like a sextillion years😂.

Anyways, as I entered the basement, I notice a few piles of paper, which seemed to be very neatly placed and organized. Going deeper and deeper into the mess, I felt really uneasy. I look around for anything that might be of importance to the family...

...Or any skeletons in these old closets. I mean real skeletons.

Working my way through all the old furniture, I am surprised to see that an exquisite , and rather expensive looking vase is hidden cleverly in the piles of paper. I soon remember the vase pattern, as it was the same pattern I'd seen in the photograph on the empty display stand at the university.

Is it someone from my family that had stolen it? If so, who could it be? And why?

At that very point in time, I had so many questions running through my head, I become unsteady and accidentally dropped an old telephone that had been patiently sitting on a bag that had the shape of a human being that had been standing. As I eagerly think about checking it, I decide that its best to leave this place, in case anyone catches me snooping around in 'forbidden territory', I already dropped something and it did made quite a bit of noise. I guess I'll have to leave this for another day...

A/N: It'd make my day if you could read my book and help me improve! Thanks!🤗☺️