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First Class (Surprise)
Draco Malfoy ran his fingers through his platinum blonde hair, and sighed from all the stress he was feeling. The airport is built on stress and he was feeding on it. His wife, Hermione, who was standing next to him, was sipping on a chai tea from starbucks, while keeping their kids entertained.
"I ordered these tickets last week, I called twice to make sure they were still in my name and now you're telling me you don't have them!" He screamed, fury burning in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, sir. We don't."
"Honey, please don't yell…." Hermione stood beside him. "Are there any other seats available?"
The airport worker faced the computer and checked for available seats, " We do have four seats available in coach. But they are separated…"
"Coach?" Draco spit out with venomous disgust… " There is no way I'm sitting in coach…"
"Oh hush," warned Hermione, " Will we be separated from our kids?"
"No ma'am, there are three seats available together, and one alone…"
" NOOOOOO!" Yelled Draco.
But once again, his whining did as much use as an empty canteen in a hot desert.
"We'll take them!"