Four days later, in the little wooden cottage on the outskirts of Godric's Hollow.
That morning, Roy packed his bags and stood in the living room, which was filled with expensive antique furniture. He slowly addressed Mia, who was sprawled upside down on the sofa.
"Are you sure you won't come with me? I bet there'll be loads of delicious food at this banquet."
Mia lay upside down on the sofa, her short little legs spread apart and hooked over its back. Her head hung above the floor, and she kept fiddling with a small white plastic pistol.
"No."
"Why?"
Honestly, Roy felt a little uneasy about leaving Mia home alone.
"I don't like her."
"Why?"
"What's with all the questions? I just don't like her!"
Mia spoke nonchalantly as she shot herself in the chest with the Hormone Gun.
"Ahhh-"
Mia moaned in pleasure, as though she were high on drugs.
Roy smiled, pointed at Mia on the sofa, and said,
"You're lying on a sofa she gave you right now. What, you can't even go and show your face?"
At Roy's words, Mia flipped over and stood up on the sofa, making herself a good bit taller than him. She declared indignantly,
"Then put the old furniture back! I don't want any of these old, broken-down antiques she gave us!"
"Can't."
"Why? Where's the old furniture?"
"I had it recycled through Zhuanzhuan." (The meme had been contaminated.)
"..."
Roy sighed and picked up the luggage on the floor.
"Fine. If you don't want to go, don't go. I'll try to get back as soon as possible. Remember to take your medicine while you're home alone. If you feel unwell, use the communicator I gave you to contact Dumbledore. And remember to use the Hormone Gun I gave you