"Ronald, you're going to get us killed!" Hermione screams as her husband turns the wheel too fast, the car grinding against the curb.
"Rubbish," Ron says dismissively. "Passed my test , didn't I?"
Hermione doesn't answer. Her eyes are tightly squeezed shut, lips moving rapidly without a sound, silently mouthing every prayer she can remember from her childhood.
The car comes to a stop, and Hermione gratefully throws open her door, jumping out, happy to be on solid ground once again. "Never again," she groans leaning against the bonnet, her stomach in knots.
"Really?" Ron asks hopefully. "Magical transportation from here on out?"
Jaw slack, she looks up at him. "You did that on purpose!"
Written for the Becoming a Wizard Challenge, chore 3: Write a fic using the prompt car. 160 word maximum.