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Finally, they were out of the 'Salon.' Whatever was next, Snape could only guess.

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The three of them piled ungracefully into the tiny car. Charles gave a hearty sigh as he plopped down in the back. Snape fell into his torn upholstered seat, closing his eyes in grief. Charles ruffled Snape's new haircut. The migrane that was threatening to hurt, began to hurt. Erin gave her brother one of those looks. They peeled out of the spot and went roaring their way down the road. Snape had the sudden urge to vomit and, oddly enough, the urge to kill Erin at the same time. Erin looked at him nervously, noticing he looked rather sick. She dropped her speed to 5 kilometers over the limit. She took an easy turn into a lot for parking and, wouldn't you know it, she parked! Between two thick lines painted on the artificial black ground. Snape supposed that was the purpose of those lines, but one never knew with she-who-disobeys-the-law. Erin and Charles unbuckled their seatbelts.

"We'll be right back, unless you'd like to come in...?" Erin asked. Snape imagined what Dumbledore would say if he were in the Vehicle. 'You know, Severus, It's always good to pick up knowledge on muggles, you never know when it could come into use...' Snape's headache then gave a little sign that it was still there, and that any strenuous activity with muggles could seriously injure him.

"I think I'll stay here..." he said, wincing.

"Headache?" She asked, looking concerned.

"I'll be fine," he replied curtly. Erin Shrugged. "Suit yourself. Come on, Charlie." The two of them walked up a set of stairs and into the building. Snape leaned back, but the seat suddenly gave way. The whole upright part of it was now almost completely horizontal. He tried to fix it haphazardly by pulling it into normal position, but it simply dropped back to it's broken position. He scoffed at the inept muggle product. "Hell with it then!" he shouted at the chair. A nearby muggle woman looked at him patronisingly. He rolled his eyes and layed back in the new reclining chair. After several minutes of listening to himself breathe, it was apparent that they would be quite a while. He sat up quickly, touching his new haircut gingerly. It made his head feel lighter somehow. That was probably because it was free of grease and the excess hair. He looked into the little oval mirror that protruded from the window in the front of the car. It really wasn't that bad, he thought to himself. He silently had agreed with himself to stop fighting muggles and start accepting their ways. Scary, I know. It was, of course, against all he had been taught by his mother, father, and, of course, his older brothers. It did no good to deny the truth, though.

"Miss us?" said an overly-happy female. Charles raised his eyebrows and grinned. Snape looked at him calculatingly. Was this boy trying to insinuate something? Snape tore his thoughtful glare from Charles and opened the door.

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Erin turned off the car thingy. One elegant hand swept her hair- wait a minute, this isn't a romance novel here, change that- She pulled her long dark hair back as she opened her door, then stood outside it, as though waiting for Snape to do something.

"What is it? Something wrong?" She finally asked. Snape realized he must have been staring at her. He would play stupid, a game his students played so very well.

"What do you mean?" He asked her convincingly. She shook her head. "Nothing, nothing, it.... well, nevermind. don't let the bugs into my car, come on, Charlie!" Snape smiled inwardly. He would have to play the stupid card more often. He unbuckled his seatbelt with ease. "Ha!" he said, waving a taunting finger at the strap. The strap was hurt deeply by his taunt of evilness. Actually, it wasn't. Snape walked into the house, closing the door quietly. The woman turned her ridiculously large-haired head towards him, smiling broadly like he was a part of the family alrea- ahem, part of the family.

"Welcome back! So.... What did you find? Is that what you bought him? I hear you broke the seat! Well, don't worry, Charles can fix that! Well? Going to watch the film with us?" Snape took 5 seconds to try to process that very large statement/question that the woman had just said, but gave it up, forced a small smile and approached their general area. On the large black box that he had taken notice of before there seemed to be a moving picture. He had remembered hearing of this before but he wouldn't be able to name it to save his life.

"It might be better if you sat down," said Charles. It was totally coincidental that Charles had chosen to sit in the single chair and leave an empty spot on the love seat next to Erin for Snape to sit next to. Snape Threw a look at Charles, who grinned beneath his bony fingers which covered most of his thin mouth. Snape sat down on the, ahem, sofa. Erin looked at her brother suspiciously, then quickly switched her look to Snape. He raised an eyebrow to show that he didn't know why Charles was smiling in such a way to cause a ruckus. The woman, of course, didn't notice. She was too enthralled in the film. On top of the black box there was a rectangular box thing, and on the side it read, 'Sense and Sensibility.' Snape rolled his eyes. Like muggles would ever learn sense and sensibility just by watching moving pictures come from a box. He watched the people. It was quite boring. He rest his chin in his hands and started to zone out a bit as a man (with a striking resemblence to himself) walked into a house and gave a woman a bundle of flowers. Apparently, the sense the 'film' was trying to teach was that women don't appreciate flowers after they've hurt their ankles, as the woman had done previously. Snape decided he would put that in his pocket and ponder it later. Meanwhile, Charles was also becoming restless.

"Mum, do I have to watch this? It's kind of dull and.... you know, womanly," complained Charles, looking as though he was ready to jump off his seat at any moment. The woman sighed.

"All right, I suppose we can always watch it later if there's something a little less 'womanly' that you'd rather watch," came her reply, gesturing to the shelf of other boxes that looked like the one atop the box. Charles got up merrily and pressed something on yet another smaller, blackish box. The film stopped abruptly and a new picture was now on the screen. Snape and Erin both stood at the same time, turning in opposite directions. He climbed the stairs to his chambers and closed the door quietly. He didn't think anyone noticed that he was gone from his seat yet. He took out another of the various books he had brought, but decided he wasn't much in the mood for 'Occlumency: how it works' at the moment. He threw the book back into his trunk. He didn't want to imagine the wizarding word while, at the moment, he was stuck in the muggle one. His only consolation was currently knocking at his door.

"S-Severus?"

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