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Ch 2.
Snape Looked around at the muggles, disgusted. This would be his lifestyle for the next few weeks. He
looked around for any sight of Muggles. It was odd that any relative of McGonagall would be anything
but punctual. Then again, he was 5 minutes early. He had no Idea as of how to change his appear-
ance. Maybe if he...
"Hello there you must be Severus!" Snape Jumped. A tall woman with short curled hair was
adressing him. She looked somewhat like a Minerva, But Her mouth was definately wide enough to admit
a raisin.
"hello." He said painfully.
"You must be tired from the ride, well, wait, nevermind that. You prolly flew in right? well, alright, do
you have any bags? no? alright. Follwo me then!" The woman said cheerily. Snape followed,
wondering how on earth they were going to get there. He had little experience with the muggle world,
having grown up learning that muggles shouldn't be associated with. He gave any other muggles on the street
evil glares if they dared look at him. Snape wasn't used to all this walking. Well, he was, but he felt
like complaining to himself. God, all these muggles do is walk, walk, walk. Why don't they just....
"Here it is!" That woman had a thing for startling Snape, Or maybe Snape had a thing for not
being on his guard when not around Dumb (with a capital D) students.
"Wonderful. Now what do you call this again? an, automobile?" He tried to sound smart.
"Yes, you can call it that if you like." She said smiling. He felt rather put out. She opened the
door for him and he got in casually. He'd only ridden in oner once as a small child. It smelled of
rather old chocolate along with a scented pine tree hanging on a mirror in the front. These muggle devices
were actually quite intriguing. No, they weren't, the thought, catching himself. He didn't want to get acclaimed
to muggle, anything. He just wanted to sulk over a few potions. Maybe a pickle and Bologna sandwich.
Then a horrible feeling of motion came over him, not the kind he was used to. He straightened in the
seat. He didn't want to misuse the equipment, for who knew what these things could do without proper
wizard testing?
" You might want to buckle your seatbelt." The woman advised. Snape lifted his arms to see what she
meant by, "seatbelt." There was a strap with half of a buckle on it. he pulled it gingerly. The strap
stretched, and he pulled it as much as it would come out.
"don't think you're going to need that much belt, there, Severus."
That woman was starting to annoy him. She shouldn't be on a first name basis with him, either. Hmmm...
"What did you say your name was again?" He asked irratably. She didn't seem to notice.
"Penny. Penny Dingerland. You can just call me Penny." She beamed at him through the mirror.
Snape Blinked, then pulled a little more on the strap. He suddenly understood. he pressed on a little
metal square that said 'press.' Nothing happened. he pressed it again. Nothing. He suddenly attacked
the square with his thumb.
"you might want to try putting the buckle into the other half." He stopped pressing the square abruptly.
He blinked.
Then a dawn of realization came over him, and he inserted the buckle into the slit in the square. it clicked.
He felt proud. Wait, no he didn't. Darn Muggle contraption.
"We're there!" Chimed the woman. Snape scowled, pressing the little square.