On Monday, eight excited holidayers chatted in Anya's stylish living room.
Anya herself, though excited, was still rushing around trying to make sure
everything was taken care of.
"Please tell me someone has sunscreen!," she pleaded exasperatedly. 7 Hands went up into the air, and she smiled in relief.
"All right then, I think we're ready to go!" she finally announced, after double-checking everyone had their luggage. Cheers went up around the room. A horn beeped outside.
"That's the Taxi," Anya called out. In response, everyone picked up their bags and headed outside. Taking out last look around, Anya locked the door, and pulled it shut behind her. To Ginny and Ron the whole taxi experience was new and exciting. To everyone else, it was a normal car ride.
They pulled up at the airport with time to spare. In a flurry of excitement, hands went everywhere, one pair managing to actually pay the driver. Other hands picked up the luggage, and help people out of the car. The taxi drove away, and they sorted themselves out.
"This is NOT my suitcase," Sirius complained, holding up Portia's powder blue case. She snatched it off him with a grin. Sirius smirked at her, and was handed his black leather bag.
"All sorted now?" Anya was worried about missing the flight. She knew the plane was not going to wait for them. Seven heads nodded, so she moved into the airport. Once inside, she found the right terminal, and handed over the passports, tickets and any other necessary paperwork. A few weeks prior, Anya had visited the Department of Magic and put through applications for Ron, Ginny, Harry, Remus and Portia to get Muggle passports. Thankfully, they had come through in time. Once everything was taken care of, Anya finally settled back in the uncomfortable orange waiting chairs thoughtfully provided by the airline. Ginny and Ron were incredibly excited at the prospect of flying. Through a large glass window, they could see a large Boeing coming in to land.
"Look, it's a Perrow-lane," Ron breathed. He had managed a firmer grasp of Muggle language since meeting Harry and Hermione, but it still wasn't perfect.
"It's called an aeroplane Ron," Hermione explained patiently. He nodded distractedly, while watching the large object land. Hermione rolled her eyes, and went back to reading Sense and Sensibility, one of the smaller books in her travel collection. Half an hour later, the group was still waiting in the same uncomfortable chairs, and some were getting restless.
"Is it here yet?" Sirius whined. Remus shook his head. Sirius frowned and made a frustrated noise. 15 minutes later, the call finally came across the loudspeaker.
"This is the boarding call for Flight 108-H to Sydney, Australia. Please board though gate 3E. Thankyou," a polite female voice announced. Sirius, Remus, Anya, Portia, Hermione, Harry, Ginny and Ron all jumped up, happy to finally be on their way. As they boarded the plane, Ginny and Ron stared round amazed at their surroundings. A flight attendant noticed, and kindly showed them the parts of the plane.
"Is this your first time flying?" she asked.
"On a plane it is," Ron answered enthusiastically. The attendant looked confused, and was about to question what he meant, but Anya instead quickly asked what the in-flight movies would be. The near-disaster averted, they all finally relaxed, in the somewhat comfortable seats.
Hours later, they were still on the plane. It was now over the Pacific ocean, and outside the plane it was pitch-dark. Only very few lights remained on inside the plane, and most people were asleep. Sirius and Anya were not these people however. Somehow, the ticketing had seen them seated next to each other, and they were keeping each other awake. Anya had always had a complex about sleeping on planes, and found it impossible to do so. When night fell, she had started to get very nervous. Sirius remembered this from many years earlier, and he was doing his best to calm her. He was reading to her from The Princess Bride, one of her favourite books that she took everywhere with her. As he finished reading to her from the Fire Swamp part, Anya sighed. "What?" Sirius asked, but not meanly. Anya smiled a small smile.
"I want a Westley," she said simply.
"And I want a Buttercup," Sirius smiled back at her.
"Listen Anya, maybe we should.." Sirius trailed off his sentence.
"What?" she asked sleepily. Sirius took a deep breath, prepared to say what he meant.
"I think we should start again," he told her. There was no response from Anya.
"Anya?" he said softly. He bent over her, but she didn't notice. She was sleeping peacefully, for once. A soft smile curved her pink lips. Sirius didn't wake her, instead pulling her airline blanket up to cover her. He looked at her, and couldn't help himself from planting a soft kiss on her cheek. Anya's smiled deepened, as he pulled away and fell into a slumber himself.
"Please tell me someone has sunscreen!," she pleaded exasperatedly. 7 Hands went up into the air, and she smiled in relief.
"All right then, I think we're ready to go!" she finally announced, after double-checking everyone had their luggage. Cheers went up around the room. A horn beeped outside.
"That's the Taxi," Anya called out. In response, everyone picked up their bags and headed outside. Taking out last look around, Anya locked the door, and pulled it shut behind her. To Ginny and Ron the whole taxi experience was new and exciting. To everyone else, it was a normal car ride.
They pulled up at the airport with time to spare. In a flurry of excitement, hands went everywhere, one pair managing to actually pay the driver. Other hands picked up the luggage, and help people out of the car. The taxi drove away, and they sorted themselves out.
"This is NOT my suitcase," Sirius complained, holding up Portia's powder blue case. She snatched it off him with a grin. Sirius smirked at her, and was handed his black leather bag.
"All sorted now?" Anya was worried about missing the flight. She knew the plane was not going to wait for them. Seven heads nodded, so she moved into the airport. Once inside, she found the right terminal, and handed over the passports, tickets and any other necessary paperwork. A few weeks prior, Anya had visited the Department of Magic and put through applications for Ron, Ginny, Harry, Remus and Portia to get Muggle passports. Thankfully, they had come through in time. Once everything was taken care of, Anya finally settled back in the uncomfortable orange waiting chairs thoughtfully provided by the airline. Ginny and Ron were incredibly excited at the prospect of flying. Through a large glass window, they could see a large Boeing coming in to land.
"Look, it's a Perrow-lane," Ron breathed. He had managed a firmer grasp of Muggle language since meeting Harry and Hermione, but it still wasn't perfect.
"It's called an aeroplane Ron," Hermione explained patiently. He nodded distractedly, while watching the large object land. Hermione rolled her eyes, and went back to reading Sense and Sensibility, one of the smaller books in her travel collection. Half an hour later, the group was still waiting in the same uncomfortable chairs, and some were getting restless.
"Is it here yet?" Sirius whined. Remus shook his head. Sirius frowned and made a frustrated noise. 15 minutes later, the call finally came across the loudspeaker.
"This is the boarding call for Flight 108-H to Sydney, Australia. Please board though gate 3E. Thankyou," a polite female voice announced. Sirius, Remus, Anya, Portia, Hermione, Harry, Ginny and Ron all jumped up, happy to finally be on their way. As they boarded the plane, Ginny and Ron stared round amazed at their surroundings. A flight attendant noticed, and kindly showed them the parts of the plane.
"Is this your first time flying?" she asked.
"On a plane it is," Ron answered enthusiastically. The attendant looked confused, and was about to question what he meant, but Anya instead quickly asked what the in-flight movies would be. The near-disaster averted, they all finally relaxed, in the somewhat comfortable seats.
Hours later, they were still on the plane. It was now over the Pacific ocean, and outside the plane it was pitch-dark. Only very few lights remained on inside the plane, and most people were asleep. Sirius and Anya were not these people however. Somehow, the ticketing had seen them seated next to each other, and they were keeping each other awake. Anya had always had a complex about sleeping on planes, and found it impossible to do so. When night fell, she had started to get very nervous. Sirius remembered this from many years earlier, and he was doing his best to calm her. He was reading to her from The Princess Bride, one of her favourite books that she took everywhere with her. As he finished reading to her from the Fire Swamp part, Anya sighed. "What?" Sirius asked, but not meanly. Anya smiled a small smile.
"I want a Westley," she said simply.
"And I want a Buttercup," Sirius smiled back at her.
"Listen Anya, maybe we should.." Sirius trailed off his sentence.
"What?" she asked sleepily. Sirius took a deep breath, prepared to say what he meant.
"I think we should start again," he told her. There was no response from Anya.
"Anya?" he said softly. He bent over her, but she didn't notice. She was sleeping peacefully, for once. A soft smile curved her pink lips. Sirius didn't wake her, instead pulling her airline blanket up to cover her. He looked at her, and couldn't help himself from planting a soft kiss on her cheek. Anya's smiled deepened, as he pulled away and fell into a slumber himself.