"Come on, sleepyhead, time to get up!" Hermione said, bouncing merrily on the center of my bed.
"Whyyyy?" I groaned, rolling back over and burying my face into my pillow, tendrils of my red hair sticking to my forehead.
"If we're going to do this the Muggle way, we're going to do this the Muggle way. Airplanes don't wait for witches, you know!" Hermione chirped, already prepared to go in her airplane clothes.
I sighed and flipped onto my back, there was no way I was falling asleep again with her bouncing like she was. "Fine, you win. When do we leave?"
"In forty-five minutes, the cab will be here to take us to the airport. Chop, chop!" She bounced down to say good morning to her parents, who thought that we were going to be spending a relaxed three weeks during our summer break in London. How wrong they are, I thought as I rolled out of bed and grabbed my jeans. If they knew we were headed to Vegas...
I finished getting dressed and appraised myself in Hermione's floor-to-ceiling mirror. The baby blue loose and sleeveless tank ended just above my hips, showing off my flat stomach nicely. The letters across it read in bold black letters, "Wands Away Please, Gentlemen (;". My black skinny jeans showed off my legs nicely, and my flats and tinkling silver charm bracelet completed the ensemble. Deciding that there was nothing better to do with my hair, I piled it on top of my head and speared it through with two short black chopsticks.
I finished my morning routine and went downstairs to say good morning to the Grangers, as well as to grab some bacon. According to Hermione, my best friend, airplane food was nasty.
"Good morning, Ginny!" Mrs. Granger greeted me, "Are you ready for London? Is there anything I can get for you?" I had spent a week so far at Hermione's house, and her mom was always so helpful. She was also an amazing cook.
"Yep, my bag is packed and I'm all set to go! Really, the only thing I'm missing is some of that breakfast over there. Could you please pass the bacon, Mr. Granger?" I said politely. I glanced at Hermione and winked. Our bags were practically empty. We each had two pairs of jeans, a few shirts, and a pair of heels. Our closets weren't going to be sufficient for Vegas, so we were going to make a shop stop in NYC. We had made our suitcases seem heavier by putting books in them, and Hermione knew a spell to send them back home once we made it to New York.
After I had finished my bacon and washed my dishes, there was a honk outside the door. The taxi was here. I thanked Hermione's parents for having me over, giving Mrs. Granger a peck on the cheek. Then Hermione and I grabbed our bags and ran out the door. She grabbed my hand and made me skip down the front walk with her, singing "We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz!".
The cabbie helped us load our suitcases into the back, then climbed back into the front. We waved back at Hermione's parents from the window, told the driver to take us to the airport, and we were off.