Theme # 25: Mobilicorpus
Her Pink Jimmy Choos


"Gold, Sachie, come down this instant! We're going to be late, and you two -"

"- will miss the train, if you don't hurry up," Gold completed her mother's sentence brightly, as she jumped down three steps to arrive at the foot of the staircase. "You say that each year, mum, and we have yet to miss the train. We're ready, by the way - everything's packed. Let's go."

"Mobilicorpus," Mr. Laksh said, wand pointed at their luggage, which rose into the air. "Have you double-checked everything? You left those pink heels of yours, last term, Gold, and you made such a fuss about it. Are all of your heels packed, this time?"

"Triple-checked them, this time round," Gold declared, with confidence. She had not, for the life of her, been able to figure how she had managed to leave her pink Jimmy Choos behind, last year. Of course, she had been quite shocked, when she had found that out, on day one of her third year. "Where's Mr. Tartan?"

"He's in the kitchen," Mrs. Laksh said, as she stowed a package in Gold's hand, and she skipped out of the lounge.