More Than A Little Insane

Yup, I'm bored, so me and the bishis are taking a chance to make some magic! Problem is, we don't know how... so to Hogwarts we go!

Akira, Shinrei, Hotaru, Yukimura and Sasuke were travelling through Aokigahara, towards the spot where HK had 'asked' them to meet her. Shinrei sighed.
"Just once, I wish she wouldn't feature me in her crazy plans!" Yukimura smiled, as usual.
"It could be worse." Shinrei sighed, unconvinced.
"How?" Yukimura smiled 'innocently'.
"She at least asked us this time. She could have just used-" Yukimura's voice was cut off when an annoyingly familiar stealth bomber swooped low over the trees, and swooped the boys up in a huge net. That also contained a tv, Playstation, beds, a fridge full of food, and wireless connection to the internet. Shinrei glared at Yukimura from the arm chair he had been swept into.
"You were going to say the stealth bomber, weren't you." Yukimura smiled from his bed. Hotaru looked around at the inside of the net, which was considerably larger and more plush than last time.
"At least she had it remade." The stewardess walked down the center strand and smiled at them.
"Ah, you must be our passengers. Welcome to the business section of the flying net." Shinrei took one look at the stewardess, and hurried over.
"Saisei! What are you doing here?!" Unfortunately, since Saisei had been brainwashed to make her suitable for a stewardess on a net dangling from the back of a stealth bomber flown by a teenage maniac, she didn't recognise Shinrei. She pressed a button floating on air, and a straight-jacket fell from the ceiling, trapped Shinrei, and dragged him back to his seat, where about ten thousand belts, ropes, and other implements tied Shinrei to his chair. Ignoring the startled and freaked out gazes, Saisei calmly pointed at a light in the air just above her head.
"The seatbelt sign is on, sir, so please remain in your seat." Almost as an afterthought, a pair of robot hands descended from a patch of netting, and tied Shinrei's mouth shut with his hair, cutting off a tirade of swearing and shouting. The rest of the gang immediately sat or lay on something, determined not to offend their crazy stewardess and her magic buttons, or their equally crazy teenage pilot.

Well? Should I continue this?