Chapter 2-On the Airplane
"Alright, gentlemen, and lady," Sirius began excitedly. "This is where we give our passports to the passport-taker man, and then he approves it and we hand over our tickets and-"
"Yes, Sirius, we know," James said impatiently. "Come on, the plane leaves in fifteen minutes!"
Sirius laughed condescendingly. "Don't you know *anything* about travel, Prongsie?" James rolled his eyes, ushering Lily in front of him. Sirius continued, "Planes are *always* delayed. It's practically a law."
"And with our luck," Peter said dryly, "This plane will be the only one that leaves on time." The five looked at each other. As one, they dashed to the counter.
"Whoa! No line! Psychedelic!" Sirius shouted.
"PSYCHEDELIC?" everyone chorused, staring at Sirius. "You *have* been to those hippie get-togethers!" Lily accused.
Sirius rolled his eyes. "I don't expect you to understand me," he said calmly. "Meanwhile . . ." Sirius strode over to the desk. "Hello," glance at her name-tag, "Nadine," he said smoothly. "My name is Sirius Black and these are my traveling companions, James Potter, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. We are here for the flight out of Gatwick -which is here- to BNA in Nashville, where we will travel to Atlanta International and fly to Disney World. Can you tell me where that terminal is, darling?" he asked, grinning charmingly.
"The charm is just oozing out of that man," Lily muttered.
Nadine, however, giggled. "It's in D7," she said, pointing. "You better hurry, they're boarding in fifteen minutes, and you have to get your passport approved and go through the checkpoints. Luckily for you," she said flirtatiously, "This is a slow time of year. Not many people go on holiday in the middle of April. I doubt there will be much of a line." Nadine grinned.
Sirius leaned over the table. "You know," he began, smiling what he knew to be his most drop-dead gorgeous smile, "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."
Remus' eyes popped in disbelief. "Why is he FLIRTING when we need to GO?"
Lily stomped her foot impatiently. "Let's just go."
Peter hoisted his carryon over his shoulder. "Can't. Padfoot dearest has the tickets," he said, rolling his eyes.
"Well screw Sirius!" Lily exclaimed, irritated. "Not literally," she added hastily, seeing James' raised eyebrows.
Sirius walked over, smirking. "I am SO good," he announced.
"Why is that?" Remus asked mildly.
"I just felt like telling you. I got her number."
Lily glared. "Can we GO, now? Considering we have twelve minutes to get through security and all that junk, I really think we should-"
"Actually," Sirius interrupted, "Nadine approved us, and said we could go ahead and board. She just has to stamp our tickets and passports and all that."
The other four stared at him. "Well?" Nadine called out in a friendly voice.
They dashed for the counter.
~
"I can't believe you talked that chick into approving us," Peter said admiringly.
Sirius preened. "I suppose I am just a born genius," he said, shrugging modestly.
Remus rolled his eyes. "Right. And I am Queen of England."
"The who?" James and Sirius chorused.
"No, that's a band," Lily muttered.
"What?"
"Never *mind*!" she and Remus said exasperatedly.
The group was seated on the plane, in the middle aisle, all down from each other. The order was this: Peter, Sirius, James, Lily, Remus. Lily and Remus decided that the two most unlikely to make trouble, at least openly, should sit on the ends, and naturally, Lily wanted to sit next to her boyfriend. And just as naturally, James and Sirius wanted to sit together, and all efforts at persuasion otherwise were in vain.
~~~
To be continued when I have time!
By the way, I'm sure that I have screwed up somehow with the airport thing (and yes, I know that the ticket-person can't really do all that stuff that Nadine did!), so I am really sorry! Yes, I have ridden on a transatlantic flight, but it was like 3 years ago, and I didn't really pay that much attention to the airport, except in London.
Also, i got a comment on another story of mine that said it was basically totally screwy and crap. So I just want to say that when I write humor/parody stories, I don't go for realism, and I really don't care about facts all being straight, because in my mind, if everything's screwed up, it just makes it funnier. Plus cheap humor is always crap. =)
Oh, and I don't know if The Who was around in the 70s, but let's pretend it was. =)
"Alright, gentlemen, and lady," Sirius began excitedly. "This is where we give our passports to the passport-taker man, and then he approves it and we hand over our tickets and-"
"Yes, Sirius, we know," James said impatiently. "Come on, the plane leaves in fifteen minutes!"
Sirius laughed condescendingly. "Don't you know *anything* about travel, Prongsie?" James rolled his eyes, ushering Lily in front of him. Sirius continued, "Planes are *always* delayed. It's practically a law."
"And with our luck," Peter said dryly, "This plane will be the only one that leaves on time." The five looked at each other. As one, they dashed to the counter.
"Whoa! No line! Psychedelic!" Sirius shouted.
"PSYCHEDELIC?" everyone chorused, staring at Sirius. "You *have* been to those hippie get-togethers!" Lily accused.
Sirius rolled his eyes. "I don't expect you to understand me," he said calmly. "Meanwhile . . ." Sirius strode over to the desk. "Hello," glance at her name-tag, "Nadine," he said smoothly. "My name is Sirius Black and these are my traveling companions, James Potter, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. We are here for the flight out of Gatwick -which is here- to BNA in Nashville, where we will travel to Atlanta International and fly to Disney World. Can you tell me where that terminal is, darling?" he asked, grinning charmingly.
"The charm is just oozing out of that man," Lily muttered.
Nadine, however, giggled. "It's in D7," she said, pointing. "You better hurry, they're boarding in fifteen minutes, and you have to get your passport approved and go through the checkpoints. Luckily for you," she said flirtatiously, "This is a slow time of year. Not many people go on holiday in the middle of April. I doubt there will be much of a line." Nadine grinned.
Sirius leaned over the table. "You know," he began, smiling what he knew to be his most drop-dead gorgeous smile, "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."
Remus' eyes popped in disbelief. "Why is he FLIRTING when we need to GO?"
Lily stomped her foot impatiently. "Let's just go."
Peter hoisted his carryon over his shoulder. "Can't. Padfoot dearest has the tickets," he said, rolling his eyes.
"Well screw Sirius!" Lily exclaimed, irritated. "Not literally," she added hastily, seeing James' raised eyebrows.
Sirius walked over, smirking. "I am SO good," he announced.
"Why is that?" Remus asked mildly.
"I just felt like telling you. I got her number."
Lily glared. "Can we GO, now? Considering we have twelve minutes to get through security and all that junk, I really think we should-"
"Actually," Sirius interrupted, "Nadine approved us, and said we could go ahead and board. She just has to stamp our tickets and passports and all that."
The other four stared at him. "Well?" Nadine called out in a friendly voice.
They dashed for the counter.
~
"I can't believe you talked that chick into approving us," Peter said admiringly.
Sirius preened. "I suppose I am just a born genius," he said, shrugging modestly.
Remus rolled his eyes. "Right. And I am Queen of England."
"The who?" James and Sirius chorused.
"No, that's a band," Lily muttered.
"What?"
"Never *mind*!" she and Remus said exasperatedly.
The group was seated on the plane, in the middle aisle, all down from each other. The order was this: Peter, Sirius, James, Lily, Remus. Lily and Remus decided that the two most unlikely to make trouble, at least openly, should sit on the ends, and naturally, Lily wanted to sit next to her boyfriend. And just as naturally, James and Sirius wanted to sit together, and all efforts at persuasion otherwise were in vain.
~~~
To be continued when I have time!
By the way, I'm sure that I have screwed up somehow with the airport thing (and yes, I know that the ticket-person can't really do all that stuff that Nadine did!), so I am really sorry! Yes, I have ridden on a transatlantic flight, but it was like 3 years ago, and I didn't really pay that much attention to the airport, except in London.
Also, i got a comment on another story of mine that said it was basically totally screwy and crap. So I just want to say that when I write humor/parody stories, I don't go for realism, and I really don't care about facts all being straight, because in my mind, if everything's screwed up, it just makes it funnier. Plus cheap humor is always crap. =)
Oh, and I don't know if The Who was around in the 70s, but let's pretend it was. =)