What a Welcoming Present

[Miriah Vlahovic]

Miriah stared at the house that she and Aiden were going to be moving into together. The moment she even laid eyes on the home she began to feel nervous about the situation. The house was much bigger than she had ever been used to living in and she didn't even want to imagine how much it would cost to buy it. Then there was the strange fact that she never ever saw herself moving in with Aiden, years ago if someone had told her that someday she would be all cuddled up with Aiden and even going as far as to move in with him. When he had asked her originally she felt like she had been hit in the guy by surprised. That was the last thing she ever expected to have him ask, but since Hadan was going away to Romania and she had no one else to be around Miriah wasn't so against the idea either. Plus the part of her that really cared for and adored Aiden also thought it would be a good idea because then she would have someone to keep her company and take care of her. 'Since when have I needed someone to take care of me though?' Miriah asked herself that so many times. But it became obvious over time that after spending a couple of years with Hadan and Aiden in her lifetime she desired the need for someone to be there for her, to take care of her when she had problems. She wanted to have people in her life and until she learned to trust her mother better and Hadan returned from Romania, then Aiden was going to be the only person she had. Miriah liked him, her family was scattered, and their new home was close to where their current job so this move was going to be good for her. Still she was nervous about all of this, and she hoped Aiden didn't take it at all personally. Perhaps tonight if he felt that bad about it she would make it up to him, he had been without any fun time the past two nights anyways because of all the packing they had to do. Poor boy probably felt so neglected. It made Miriah laugh, course she felt bad, but it made her laugh.

Moving in was going to be a little bit more difficult than she imagined though. Particularly because she had put her wand in one of the boxes they had to move, and she had forgotten which one she put it in. Wandless magic was an option but she wasn't as good at it as she was other things. Nonverbal was her strong point so she was screwed unless she actually had the wand. Miriah lifted the flap to the box and peered inside. No wand. She was going to have to move this one manually. At least the weather in Bulgaria was nice right now. Miriah attempt to move the box after a moment of pushing, shoving, and even kicking the box. It was really heavy. Quidditch player or not Miriah was not doing a very good job moving the box anywhere. And eventually her frustration grew to high levels. Out of spite she kicked the unmovable box. "Aiden! Will you help me find my waaaand?" Miriah called out to wherever he might be, perhaps he brought a box inside already but she hoped he heard her. Normally Miriah was stubborn and never asked for help but it wasn't like she was asking help to move the box. She just wanted to know what box her wand was in. She was going to move this box herself, just with the help of magic. Trying once more to move the box a growl of frustration left her lips when it didn't even budge.