30,000 Feet High
My mum seems to think that I need a break after "All those stressful exams" I mean thanks for the thought, but its summer holidays and I haven't seen any of my muggle friends at all since last summer, a whole year ago! So now I'm stuck on a plane for 28 hours going to Australia. Can I hear a: Boring! I mean, I am enjoying getting to Australia, with the beach and tanning time and also hot Ozzie boys but a 28 hour trip is so long it just takes away from it.
I have brought many books with me because I must admit; I am a complete and utter bookworm. My personal favourites are the Jane Austin books, especially: Sense and Sensibility, Pride and Prejudice and Emma, I also brought Bram Stoker's 'Dracula' just in-case I get bored of romance (Though I doubt I ever will)
Petunia isn't to happy about the whole holiday thing either, Being in an airplane locked up with me isn't exactly her cup of tea, thankfully though, we don't have to sit together, Dad and Tuna are in the seats in front of Me and Mum. I had always gotten on better with my Mum and Tuna doesn't respect her as much because she supports my being a witch, where as Dad isn't as happy about the whole magic thing. Personally I think they need to be a bit more open minded.
Being on an airplane is so surreal after having the thought in my mind that flying meant getting on a broom. And travelling means simply using a Port-key, Apparating or Flooing in my world, wait in shouldn't say that, the muggle world is my world as well. I truly don't want to feel happier in the wizard world but I do, I can't help it. Magic makes everything so much easier and fun and once you have seen it and used it you could never leave it behind. Im just not attached to the muggle world that way. So sitting here on an airplane twiddling my thumbs is just, well strange.
The lunch lady is just coming round, good I'm starving! Unlike most people I actually think airplane food is yum!
"Hello Lady's, would you Prefer the Pork or the fish?" asked the flight attendant in her formal 'I'm-being- polite-because-I-get-paid-for-it' voice, speaking to my mum.
"Fish for my daughter please and Pork for myself" It's kind of scary how well my mum knows me, I only eat pork if it has been roasted and has that awesome crackling stuff on top, I don't really eat much meat apart from chicken and fish.
So I get passed my food but decide before I eat that I need to go to the toilet. So I get up and walk down the aisle. I pass old people who are snoozing, adults who are reading or telling their kids to 'keep it down' and kids who have their face glued to the mini TVs screens playing play station games. I walk all they way through to the first class area's ones, as they have the best toilets. Their way bigger so that you're not cramped in.
Then I hear a voice, an all too familiar voice, one that I have tried to block out for 5 years but it has never ever worked. He is shouting. "My stomach hurts, why can't I just summon some food. These Muggle's never see anything anyway." Great way to stay inconspicuous.
Just as I thought, I walk a little further up and come face to face with the source of voice, standing on his chair looking for the lunch lady. When he sees me he looks down with a look of excitement on his face. "Lily bean!" He shouts, toppling off of his chair onto the ground.
"Black" I say.