Hocus Pocus // T. Stark

III

"No Tyto! You can't come with me!"

Tyto disapproves.

"Hoo hooo hooo."

Amelia sighs, putting the clothes in her hands down. "Look hun, I know you want to come with but I can't explain why I have an owl, it's not a exactly a common pet, you know?"

"Hoo hooo hooo"

"Of course you don't agree." Amelia stands up, walking towards her brown feathered companion, "Tyto, sweetie, It's going to be boring, you'll be happy you won't be there. Besides I don't know where their base is or how long I will be there, so maybe you'll be stuck inside my room for days."

"Hoo hooo hooo!"

"My answer is no Tyto!"

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At 7:55 PM an owl appears on the open window of the apartment, carrying a package in his claws. Amelia opens the box, taking a metal ashtray out of the package. 

'They really went all out didn't they?'

Grabbing her backpack filled with all the necessary belongings. Lia studies her attire. She tried her best to look as muggle as possible. She was still wearing the same green turtleneck as before but she changed her skirt into a nice pair of black jeans. She had cleaned and repaired most of the damage on her boots, even if she knew it might be in vain. Her hair's put into a high ponytail, a trick that she learned from constantly using portkeys. Even if she was joking this morning about 'constant vigilance' she does use the tip she got from the death eater in disguise, and you can't be focussed when you have hair all over the place. She lifts up her watch.

'That's weird, it's 8 o'clock already, why hasn't she...'

The feeling of a hook being hooked around her bellybutton is the the only warning she gets before a pulling sensations takes her away from her New York apartment. 

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Using a portkey is said to be unpleasant and can even lead to nausea, but using a portkey as much as she does she hardly feels a thing. But she didn't expect it this time so that's probably why her landing was a bit wonky. It didn't help that the area that she landed in was small and filled with objects.

"Merlin!"

A bunch of crashing sounds follow. 

A stern looking woman in a blue skin tight jumpsuit stands in front of a broom closet, hearing the yell followed by the sound of cleaning supplies getting knocked over. The agent raises a hand towards her earpiece, pressing it.

"The rabbit is in the hat, I repeat, the rabbit is in the hat."

Lifting her hand, she turns the doorknob, opening the small room. The single light bulb in the closet reflects on a female leaning against a wall. As the agent suspected the floor was filled with brooms and cleaning products.

"Sorry about the small room, it's the only one without security cameras on this ship."

The woman in the closet looks up, analysing the agent before replying. 

"It's not a problem, I've landed in worse places. You must be Agent Hill. Amelia Martin, witch at your service." she jokes, raising her hand for a handshake.

"Indeed I am, it's nice to meet you miss Martin." she shakes her hand before continuing, "Do you need any help carrying your bags?"

Amelia begins searching around for her backpack, she must have dropped it while landing. Finding it underneath a vacuum cleaner, she grabs it while waving it in front of the agent in the door opening.