Taylor: I know! Whenever I think of the goblins, I think of the very first description of them - as Harry saw them in SS. Besides that, I love George and I'm glad I managed to make his character endearing.
Shan: *Takes a bow* Lol, thanks! I hate hitting the readers with all the information at once because then they get really confused and forget everything. Hopefully, this works better for you. You'll find out more in the coming posts.
Josey: Your mom's an English teacher? Wow. That's interesting. Well, I'm glad we have another grammar lover on board. Welcome! Don't worry, I'm sure more issues will come up as I remember so you can participate as well. As for apparating thing, it really does tie into the major plot, so keep your eyes peeled for that.
Jessica: LOL! I was seriously laughing out loud, the whole patriotic spell check thing was so cute. Like George. =D
Pooja: Yeah, George is sweet like Pecan Pie. I just had some - it was yummy. I'm glad you liked the key thing. It just seemed like something he would totally do.
Adrienne: *Does the new reader dance* I like your name btw. And thank you very much for reading and enjoying what I've written! I find it hard to truly get into fics with bad grammar, which why I do my best to fix mine before I let you all see it!
Springbaby: *does the new reader dance...again!* Suspension, huh? Glad you like!
Roshni: *Does the new reader dance again* Whew! Tired. But happy. Yeah, last time I posted my life was beyond hectic. Well, it was last week too, which is why the only thing I had time for was checking my e-mails for like 10 minutes. I don't think I even opened snitchseeker. Well, anyway, I'm happy that you found this fic again. To clarify, Camila is a witch and she can do magic, it's just that she cannot apparate because those powers are being, for lack of a better term, held hostage by another person.
I hope the replies don't end up being longer than the update. That would be sad. And indicate that I need longer updates.
Wait! I almost forgot:
Random Fact #6: This was just too good to rephrase. Therefore, it's a quote (from The American Heritage® Book of English Usage)
Quote:
People have confused lay (“to put, place; prepare”) and lie (“to recline; be situated”) for centuries. They will probably continue to do so. Lay has been used to mean “lie” since the 1300s. Why? First, there are two lay s. One is the base form of the verb lay, and the other is the past tense of lie. Second, lay was once used with a reflexive pronoun to mean “lie” and survives in the familiar line from the child’s prayer Now I lay me down to sleep. It is not a long leap from lay me down to lay down. Third, lay down, as in She lay down on the sofa sounds the same as laid down, as in She laid down the law to the kids.
Here’s how to keep them straight. Lay is a transitive verb—it takes an object. Lay and its principal parts (laid, laid, laying) are correctly used in the following examples: She lays down her pen and stands up. He laid (not lay) the newspaper on the table. The table was laid for four. Lie is an intransitive verb and cannot take an object. Lie and its principal parts (lay, lain, lying) are correctly used in the following examples: She often lies (not lays) down after lunch. When I lay (not laid) down, I fell asleep. The rubbish had lain (not laid) there a week. I was lying (not laying) in bed when he called.
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I have to say, I find this one of the hardest things to keep track of myself and am not very good at telling the two apart in subtle cases. However, I put it there for you to learn. Read it a couple of times, and reference it whenever you feel the need!
All right, finally, here's the post:
Soon enough, they lurched to stop. George extended a hand toward her and helped her step off. Looking around with eyes full of wonder, Camila spotted a large golden-tinted door. George was already standing beside it as the goblin inserted a key.
Out of courtesy, Camila stood aside while George went inside his vault and finished whatever he needed to do. The goblin stared fixedly at her, unblinking, which slightly unnerved her. However, she knew that goblins were creatures that interbred solely amongst their own kind, so he wasn’t planning on doing anything to her. She admonished her overactive imagination rather harshly. ‘He was probably just thinking about something totally unrelated…like “to be or not to be” and other life’s mysteries.’
Camila then occupied herself by thinking of all the various other things a goblin’s mind could have been thinking. While it did help relieve some of her tension (she was never very fond of darkness), she couldn’t help but be relieved when George came back out.
As they two made their way outside from Diagon Alley and into muggle London, Camila could almost feel George’s comfort level going down even as hers went up.
After George two unsuccessful attempts of summoning a taxi simply by giving every passer-by a thumbs-up sign, Camila sighed with mock frustration and pushed his hand down.
“Hey!” George exclaimed indignantly.
“With you ‘summoning’ a taxi, we could be here all night,” Camila explained in a patronizing voice.
Stepping out slightly into the road, she scanned the area for empty taxis, before finding one. She called it over and made sure she had sufficient pounds on her person before getting in, as obviously George was quite a hopeless case.
“Look, it’s the box with numbers again!” George blurted, pointing excitedly to the meter.
“It’s called a meter,” Camila whispered, giving a nervous smile to the slightly confused driver.
“Where to, miss?” He asked, directing his question towards her since she seemed saner.
Camila, in turn, elbowed George gently. “What?” He asked. It was quite clear he hadn’t heard the driver.
Suppressing the urge to roll her eyes, Camila informed, “He asked where we’re going.”
Just then, something struck her. But she couldn’t say it out loud because the driver was now keenly listening to them.
Closing the gap between them, Camila leaned in towards him and whispered, “Tell him a muggle landmark close to your house.”
George took a second to reorient himself, trying not to think about her hot breath wafting over his ear, then replied, “Oh, yeah. Just head towards the Richard Mont Stadium.”
The taxi finally started up, and George’s face acquired the excitement of a seven-year-old on their first roller coaster. Hard rock muggle music played softly in the background, creating a pulsating beat. ‘Hmm…has George ever even been on a roller coaster? Maybe…I should take him to an amusement park sometime,’ Camila wondered to herself.