a little snippet of an upcoming story at @ntlezaa 's request
Hyacinth burst through the front door with enough force to make the ceramic plates on the wall rattle loudly. Rainwater dripped from the sleeves of her coats onto the marble floorboards as she hurried into the living room.
Hyacinth’s cheeks flushed with excitement. Gregory looked up from where he was sprawled dramatically across the couch with a packet of crisps balanced on his chest. “You won’t believe what just happened.” Hyacinth dropped her bag onto the floor beside the armchair and pointed at him as if she were about to announce national news.
Gregory immediately sat upright and pushed the crisps aside. “Can we focus on me first? My arm is killing me” He says pointing to his right arm which was still in a cast. “No,” the trio said in unison. Felicity did not even bother looking up from the novel she was reading. Gareth snorted from his usual spot by the window while Gregory clutched his chest in mock offense.
“That is unbelievably rude,” Gregory muttered.
“It is also deserved,” Felicity replied calmly.
Hyacinth ignored them all and paced excitedly in front of the coffee table. “Do you remember Sophie?”
“Your babysitter?” Felicity asked, finally lowering the novel onto her lap. “Not my babysitter, just a trusted adult who happened to watch me from time to time.” Hyacinth crossed her arms defensively before sighing. “But yes, that Sophie.”
Gregory pointed accusingly at her. “Hey, she was my Math tutor as well, not just Hyacinth’s babysitter.”
“Shut up, Gregory.” Hyacinth waved him off without hesitation. “Anyways, she works at Danbury hospital now.” Gareth raised his eyebrows with immediate interest. “Aunt Danbury mentioned that. Apparently she scored 168 in her PLAB 1 exam and then 200 in her PLAB 2 exam.”
Felicity blinked slowly. “I have absolutely no clue what any of those numbers mean, but the way you said it makes it sound terrifying.”
“It means she’s ridiculously smart,” Gareth explained. “Like Einstein levels of smart.” Gregory leaned back against the couch cushions and folded his arms behind his head. “Honestly, that tracks. Sophie used to solve my homework in about thirty seconds.”
“You mean your homework that she gave you,” Hyacinth corrected.
“No, it definitely isn’t.”
Hyacinth grinned mischievously and pulled one of the dining chairs closer before sitting down dramatically. “So. How do you all feel about bringing back Operation Benophie?”
Felicity stared at her for a moment. “Aren’t we still on Operation Polin?” Gregory immediately perked up. “Right. We never finished phase two.”
“There was a phase two?” Gareth asked cautiously. “There were supposed to be six phases,” Gregory admitted.
Gareth rubbed his temples. “Again, I don’t think we should meddle in their relationships. They’ll feel entitled to do the same when we’re older.”
“I don’t really care.” Gregory shrugged lazily. “Besides, they’ll be pushing fifty by the time we start falling in love.”
“Pen is literally twenty-two, you arse,” Felicity replied instantly. “So?” Gregory asked with complete seriousness. “They aren’t that old,” Hyacinth added. “Minus Anthony. He is old.”
Gareth looked genuinely offended on Anthony’s behalf. “Thirty one is not old.”
“It absolutely is when you complain about back pain every morning,” Gregory argued.
“And yet somehow survives entirely on coffee and ibuprofen,” Felicity added. Hyacinth burst into laughter and nearly slipped off the chair. “Remember when he stood up too quickly last Christmas and everyone thought he pulled a muscle?”
“He did pull a muscle,” Gregory said.
Gregory grabbed a cushion and hugged it dramatically. “I refuse to become ancient at thirty one.”
“You already groan every time you stand up,” Felicity replied.
“That is because I am athletic.”
“You got injured opening a jar last week,” Hyacinth reminded him. Gregory pointed at her indignantly. “That lid was defective.”
Gareth shook his head while smiling despite himself. The rain outside grew heavier, tapping steadily against the windows while the room filled with overlapping voices and laughter.
Hyacinth suddenly leaned forward again, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Back to the important issue. Benophie.”
Felicity closed her novel fully now, clearly interested despite herself. “Do they even talk anymore?”
“They saw each other last month after Neddy hurt his wrist,” Hyacinth said eagerly. “And apparently Benedict kept trying to help her carry things.”
Gregory gasped dramatically. “Just yesterday he refused to put my plate in the dishwasher.”
Gareth rolled his eyes. “Helping someone hold plates is not evidence of romance.”
“It is when Benedict does it,” Hyacinth insisted. Felicity nodded thoughtfully. “Fair point actually.” Gregory leaned closer, lowering his voice as though discussing classified information. “Did he do the voice?”
“The voice?” Gareth repeated.
“You know.” Gregory straightened his posture and suddenly spoke in an unnaturally deep tone. “Oh no Sophie, let me help you with that.” Hyacinth burst out laughing again while Felicity buried her face in her hands.
“That is not what he sounds like,” Gareth said.
“It absolutely is,” Gregory insisted.
“It really isn’t,” Hyacinth agreed between laughs.
Gareth sighed heavily. “You people are impossible.”
“And yet,” Felicity said while smiling slightly, “you continue sitting here with us.”
Gareth opened his mouth to respond before stopping. After a moment he shrugged.
“I suppose someone has to provide reason.”
Gregory immediately pointed at him. “See, that right there is why you’ll age the fastest.”
“I already regret speaking.”