Hello, I probably should be working on my other stories. But oh whatever it's short. I was inspired to do this one during Christmas break. Long story short it includes a overnight trip in one of the smallest German cars, with four people. To Paris, France. But everything's fine because I'm back in Malaga, Spain. (The awesome place where I live)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, Sadly not even the plane tickets that, well never mind. Point is now I have a small grudge against the people buying my plane tickets and I still don't own anything.
Fred and George had been visiting their muggle friend in the U.S.A. Since she was muggle and insisted that she meet them at the airport to a point that they felt that if they refused... Well there was no refusing because right then her will was made law and the twins agreed to fly to the United States. Mr. Weasley had also been really exited to explore the airport to try and purchase the tickets.
The ride to the U.S. had been fine and they had loved spending time with their friend. Fred had even found an American soda he really liked and somehow bought a five gallon jug of the stuff, planning to bring it back to England.
Anyway, so here they were, waiting in the security line. Fred had put his jug in one of the trays along with his backpack. Fred felt like he was being given a lot of weird glances, but just shrugged them off. As the line got shorter and he got closer to the big walk through scanning thing he pushed his trays into the other big machine. He watched as it rolled along the rollers and further into the machine.
The scan thing they walked through was weird but no much happened. What did happen though was right after they walked through the scanner, one of the security people watching the big shiny rectangular boxes with images shouted out "Who does this belong to?".
Seeing the man lift up his jug of soda Fred shouted back smiling "That's mine." He then walked over and reached out to take his soda back. But the man stopped him.
"You are not allowed to take this on the plane, you must leave it here."
"Why?" Fred asked.
"Because it's volume is way over the two ounce limit and it's not in a plastic bag the size of this" the man held up a plastic zip-lock bag a little smaller than a quaffle.
"Fine but what do I do with it? Can I drink it, it was hard to find and definitely not cheap." Fred said reaching again for the bottle and succeeding. Needing no more of an invitation he started gulping it down but would stop every few seconds to breathe in a big mass of air.
After a few minutes Fred found he was still nowhere near finishing it so he called over to George. Soon one would take a ginormous gulp a
then pass it to the other who would also take a big gulp while the first one was swallowing.
This when on for about ten minutes until one of the security people obviously got tired of waiting for this scene to end. And told them that they had two minutes before they had to leave the drink in the trash can.
Faster than they had done anything they were drinking the soda faster than Harry Potter found trouble. In record time they finished it tossed the jug in what looked like a recycling bin, and walked off with their other things to their terminal.
Hello. This is supposed to be only a 1 chapter story, but I'm going to give a month and if anybody comes up with another idea to add on, I'll put more in. If not, than this will be as planned a 1 chapter fanfic.