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TIME TO FIND THE EQUINE

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Oct. 8th, 2011 | 05:09 am
location: London - the flat
mood: aggravatedAaaargh!
music: creaking of mechanical equine

The cab ride home from her cousin's place was unbearably painful. Every bump in the road caused Andi to tighten her clutch on her left side, as if her hands could hold her broken rib in place.

Broken rib. Her cousin, her at one time dear Regulus, broke her rib. She blinked back tears. The pain from his rejection and his attack were almost too much to bear.

Almost.

The tears did not actually fall. She would not let them. Blacks did not cry. But the pain would not relent. She wasn't sure which pain was worse, the rejection or the rib.

Climbing the stairs to her flat was as painful as the ride. But eventually she made it into her front foyer and then to her couch, where she immediately pulled out her wand and placed the tip on her sore rib.

"Episkey." She whispered and fell back on the couch in relief as the bones began to mend. She owed her cousin for this. She would not forget.

She lay back on the couch for several minutes, staring at the ceiling, her calculating mind sharpening now that the physical discomfort was gone. She had managed to get Regulus to agree to talk to Nymphadora on her behalf. Well that was a win. But a win with complications. The ball was now in his court and she was playing by his rules. All she could do was sit and wait.

But Ferox... ah Ferox. He was another matter. This issue was in HER court.

"Missus?" A squeaky voice sounded at her feet. "Missus? Are yous alright?"

Andi sat up to find her pygmy elf looking up at her, distraught at the thought of her keeper being in discomfort, or heaven forbid, pain.

"What do you want?" She groaned, plopping back.

The little elf was not dissuaded. She hopped up on the arm of the green victorian couch, and repeated herself, her hands wringing. "Are yous alright Missus?"

"I'm fine." Andi waved a dismissive hand. "Just tired, is all."

"Cans I gets you anthings Missus?"

The silly creature would not leave her alone. Annoyed, Andi's voice began to rise. "Go away Smidge. I have enough to deal with right now. I have a daughter to reconnect with and a horse to find."

Smidge's ears pricked forward and her eyes gleamed. "I can finds things really goodly!" She piped up.

Andi sat up in quick realization. Of course! Elves are known for their tracking skills. "Can you track down my horse?"

The imp looked puzzled. "Horse?"

Seriously? "Yes, a horse. You know... four legs, saddled, walk, trot and canter?"

"Can-tar?"

Why!? Why is everything so much harder for her? Couldn't something just go her way for ONCE?

She stood up and walked to her fireplace and picked up a picture of Ferox from off the mantle. He was cantering around in his paddock, black mane flying and kicking up his heels. "Yes, HORSE." Andi held the picture up to the urchin's nose. Smidge carefully watched the horse move around his paddock in the image.

"Oh! Horse!" She beamed. "Yes, yes! Smidge can finds horse!" She clapped her hands in happiness, while bouncing up and down. "Missus wants Smidge to finds horse?"

"Yes... find me the horse."

In a nanosecond the elf disapparated with an elfin crackle.

Andi plopped herself back on the couch with undeniable glee. Why hadn't she thought of this before!? Elves are most capable of tra- ... A reappearing crack brought back the green munchkin and - and-

"What the hell is THAT!?" Andi scrunched up her face at the THING Smidge had brought back.

"Is horse Missus - no?"

Smidge was sitting upon what looked like a coin-operated mechanical horse. The kind found outside of muggle stores.

"Looks Missus!" The elf produced a coin from behind her ear and placed it into the slot in the machine. It immediately began to shudder and shake like an epileptic pony. "Looks Missus - Can-tar!" Smidge grinned ear to ear while trying to keep her tiny backside in the saddle of the convulsing machine.

Andi closed her eyes and pressed her nose between a thumb and forefinger in vexation.

"N-n-not h-h-orse?" Smidge's eyes widened in distress, as the plastic horse bucked her this way and that. "M-m-m-issus n-n-ot h-happy with h-horse?"

"Ugh." Andi shook her head in exasperation and headed out of the room, leaving the artificial equine and elf to traverse her living room. It looked like she was going to have to come up with a game plan. She needed to sit down and work things out. She needed to utilize her elf (and whatever means she needed to take to find her horse) properly... orderly. Or the next time she might end up with one of Neptune's mythical equines dripping salt water all over her brand new oriental rugs.

"M-missus?" Andi just kept walking. "M-missus can s-stop h-horse now?" Up the stairs to her study where she kept her parchments and quills.

"H-h-alp???"

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