Screeeeeech.
"Euston. Change here for the Victoria line and National Rail services."
"Ow! James?"
Albus grabbed onto his brother to keep from falling. Again.
"Yeah?"
"Where the fuck are we?"
James glanced out the window, smiling lightly.
"Well, if you look out the window, you'll see we're at 'Euston'."
Albus growled.
"Yes, I can see that for myself, thanks! Why are we here?"
Screeeeeech.
Albus stumbled backwards into an old Indian woman.
"Fuck! I'm so sorry, ma'am."
"Mornington Crescent."
"James? Why are we on the underground? You know I hate closed spaces like this. They make me nervous."
"Oh, that. Well, I thought you could use... err... the London... experience."
"The nightmarish traffic, the air pollution and the sea of people packed into this one carriage like sardines?"
"That too."
Screeeeeech.
"Camden Town."
James grabbed Albus' hand before he had a chance to apologise to the old lady again.
"Excuse me, pardon, sorry, pardon me, coming through!"
They got onto the platform just in time, still hand in hand. Albus let go and looked around.
"James."
He was looking at a map, frowning.
"Mmm."
"James!" he hated it when James didn't pay attention to him, "I hate to be repetitive, but where the fuck are we?!"
"You'll see."
Albus gave up. Sometimes his brother could be such a pain, but he generally knew what he was doing.
They walked up stairs and reached the barrier, Albus had to find his ticket, which had fallen to the bottom of his backpack, they got out of the station and walked.
Finally, James stopped and turned to Albus, grinning and gesturing grandly to the stalls behind him.
"Welcome, brother, to Camden Lock."
Albus cocked his head to one side.
"Why are we here?" he asked, a little confused.
"Because, no matter what we do here," James started, taking Albus' hand again and leaning in so close, his lips just grazed Albus' when he spoke, "nobody will stare at us."