Page 95 of Black and White, Twice the Might

“It probably will, but the boys can help us unpack everything when it’s delivered.”

We arriveat our cottage and park up in front of the garage. Looking at the van and cars, everyone arrived before we did.

We get out and start carrying our boxes inside.

The place is a hive of activity, with the last of the furniture being brought in.

I put my box in one of the reception rooms, along with all the others in there, and see that the bookcases are built and standing ready.

“Everything is built and ready to go,” Jude says from the doorway.

I turn to look at him. “That was fast. Thanks for doing the building.”

“It was fun. The boys were a big help. Nora not so much, but she looked after Connie. Xander is good with power tools. If it’s okay with you, I might take him to my workshop soon, and he can play with wood.”

“Thanks, Jude, he’ll love that.”

“Stop slacking, you two, there’s unpacking to be done,” Ernest says, walking into the room, Titus at his side.

“Hey, I’ve been working hard all morning,” Jude protests.

“Well, now, you can help us,” Ernest claps his hands. “Chop chop. Pick a box and have at it.”

I laugh and throw my magic out, and suddenly all the boxes are unpacked and our things are on shelves and dotted around the room. The boxes flattened and standing against a wall. “Sorted.”

The others laugh.

“That works,” Jude says.

“I’ve just unpacked the other reception room for you,” Titus tells us.

“This is awesome,” I hear Enoch shout.

I walk out of the first reception room and walk into the opposite one, laughing as I walk in. Everything is unpacked, butall the furniture and our other items are upside down on the ceiling.

“Well, this is an interesting set-up,” Adhan says, walking in.

“I thought it would be a little different,” Titus replies, grinning.

“Well, it’s certainly different,” Sly laughs, walking in.

I hear a click of fingers, and now everything is back on the floor, but it is all lying on its side.

“This is perfect if you want to take pictures,” Enoch says, walking around the room.

The next moment, everything moves and is now suspended hanging from the ceiling.

“Cool,” Xander says, walking in. “I wonder if we could actually sit on the chairs.” He walks to the closest one and, jumping up, he pulls himself into the chair, before turning around and sitting down. He grins. “We can.”

We burst out laughing, and with a wave of my hand, everything is now on the floor, just as it should be.

Xander fake scowls. “Party pooper.”

“Sorry, not sorry,” I reply, grinning at him.

“Hello to the house,” we hear Emily call out. “I’ve brought lunch.”

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