Of Lorenz Theory & Love

JHMD: An Interrogation by the Weird Sisters

34 JHMD: An Interrogation by the Weird Sisters

8:30 pm, Vera Manor, Seattle, Washington

Little did Harry and Macy know that they both had a captive audience. "OMGOMGOMGOMG," breathed Maggie, watching the scene unfold. She thought she might be hyperventilating. Just. A. Teensy. Tiny. Bit.

"What now?" huffed Mel, impatiently awaiting the results of her additional potion experimentations following the apparent success of the merge. She silently wondered to herself if she could add this to her resume: successfully reunited a centuries-long separated soul fragment with its good-hearted owner and broke an Elder's memory-wipe curse in the process, reviving a century-long love story.

"I think he's proposing!!!" Maggie yelped, darting for the nearest window, Mel following suit, forgetting completely about her ambitious, embellished resume edits; several seconds passed by, as they saw Harry show Macy a mysterious 3x3 inch flat box. "Oh wait..." she looked closer, slightly deflated. "I don't think that's a ring..." Mel jostled her, trying to peer over her shoulder into the somewhat-lit backyard.

"Wait, so is he or isn't he proposing?" Mel hissed. "Let. Me. See," Mel accidentally tripped over Maggie's foot and went toppling onto the floor.

"OW—MEL!" shrieked Maggie. "That hurt!"

"Sorry," Mel appeared apologetic enough, but continued to direct her distracted gaze outward. Neither Macy nor Harry had noticed a thing, as they appeared to be extremely engrossed in each other's words. "Oh, it looks like a necklace, Harry's putting it around her neck, I think," Mel squinted, trying to make out the exact pattern, shading, size, or any other number of distinguishable characteristics of the jewelry piece.

"She's wearing it..." Maggie whispered. "She's smiling. Like, a lot." Maggie and Mel noticed that Harry and Macy looked as though they were about to kiss, so they turned away to give them privacy.

"Definitely beats her reaction to Julian's," Mel stated, matter-of-factly. Maggie agreed. But they needed more information.

10 pm, One Week Later, Vera Manor, Harry's Interrogation, Living Room

Harry had been summoned to the living room by a chorus cry of "Harry!"; immediately orbing to the specified location, he noticed that the once-cozy room now appeared dimly-lit, in the manner and appearance of a police interrogation room. What on earth was going on?!

"Tea, Harry?" Mel pushed a ceramic mug in his general direction, gesturing for him to sit on the couch opposite her. He sat, and took a sip of the proffered beverage, then sat it back down on the coffee table. Harry noticed that Maggie had quickly muttered a hex of some kind, blocking any possible exit Harry might have had from the living room's general vicinity.

"Girls," Harry tried to sound as calm as reasonably possible. "What on earth is going on?" He knew that Macy was working with two genetics business clients in the she-shed, and it appeared that whatever hex Maggie had placed on the room was sound-proof as well. What did Maggie and Mel mean to do to him?

Maggie took a seat next to Mel, directly across from Harry; all was dark save for the coffee table between them, and the silence was all but deafening. "Well, Harry," said Mel, "we want to know exactly what your intentions are for our much-beloved, intelligent, beautiful sister Macy."

"I gave Macy a promise necklace a week ago to signify our love, and we agreed on mutual timelines that include legalities, property, and career aspirations." Harry knew something was up—he had not been planning to tell Maggie or Mel anything about Macy's timelines; he felt those were of an extremely personal nature.

"So. Timelines," Maggie piped up. "How long does this involve Macy waiting, marriage-wise? Years? Decades?" or, she posited, "another century? She hasn't got all day, you know—"

"Six months," Harry cringed—he was revealing way, way too much. Mel and Maggie looked quite surprised; in all honesty, they thought he and Macy were going at it like rabbits indefinitely, and perhaps this was a mere fling that would leave Macy heartbroken. Hmm...thought Mel. This is certainly getting interesting.

Harry continued, despite his better judgment; the truth serum certainly had a kick to it. "Macy and I mutually agreed we would marry once she launched her genetics business using the garden shed in the backyard as her home office, which would take 3-5 months, and after we spruced up Epicenter Pico No. 23 as a place of our own—"

Maggie and Mel were surprised; had Macy decided to leave Vera Manor? "What is this "Epicenter Pico?"" asked Mel, attempting to sound calm.

"It's a small apartment-sized condo in the Azores Islands that Macy inherited from her father when he died; it was passed down generationally through all of her Valensi ancestors, though Vera Manor is also our home" Harry replied, matter-of-factly.

"Do you use the condo now?" Maggie asked.

"Yes, in a matter of speaking, it is, more or less, Macy's sex dungeon." Harry buried his face in his hands. Oh God. This could not be happening right now. Blasted truth serum. He mentally scolded himself; how could he have been so foolish as to drink a cup of tea that he himself did not brew?

Maggie and Mel felt incredibly awkward, and almost sorry for having subjected Harry to interrogation-by-truth serum. Granted, they did have their initial doubts about Harry, and whether this was just a short-lived, sorely ill-advised fling, but he and Macy sounded like they were definitely planning a wedding in the near-to-distant future, and it seemed that their intimate lives were, in fact, thriving quite nicely.

Mel, however, had a final question she needed to ask. "How do you, Harry Greenwood, feel about Macy?"

Harry looked her straight in the eye and responded without a moment's hesitation. "She is the very air I breathe, my reason for being, and the goddess I adore, from her luscious curls to the tapered, ballerina toes in which she graces my path each and every single day. I plan to marry her soon, try my hardest to make her the happiest woman alive, and someday, hopefully, be lucky enough to be the father of her children, who I know will be as utterly lovely as her."

Mel and Maggie teared up. "Harry, that was...beautiful," Maggie said, and Mel agreed. Maggie turned toward the exits, muttered a few words, and the hex disappeared. He was a free man, once more.

"Oh, and Harry—" Maggie said with a smirk, "these came in the mail," as she tossed him a plain brown box, which undoubtedly held the condoms she had ordered several days beforehand.