A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update, but my fanfic is not number one on
my priorities list. Also, thanks for the great reviews, everyone! Keep
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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters.
Hermione glared at Harry as she slid into the airplane seat Harry had conveniently avoided. "You're sitting next to him on the way back," she hissed as she walked past. Harry smiled and took the seat next to her. "We have separate seats on the way back." Hermione threw the pillow on her seat at him. "Thanks a lot," she said.
Harry had never been on a plane before, and he wanted to enjoy the flight, but the teacher sitting next to Hermione would not keep quiet. He was busy talking to the flight attendant (a muggle), and asking her why she had never heard of him. The poor flight attendant looked very confused and flustered, and quickly ran off to serve the meal. Harry and Hermione tried to explain to Lockhart that muggles did not know about the magical world, and those who did didn't believe in it, but Lockhart insisted on educating the muggles.
When the plane finally landed in California, an annoyed-looking cab driver greeted the bleary-eyed trio and took them to their hotel. Each person got their own room, but all three were next to each other, and the rooms that shared walls could be connected. Fortunately, Hermione managed to convince Lockhart that Harry should have the room in the middle. She certainly did not want Lockhart able to connect to both rooms, and she was still mad at Harry for making her sit net to him. It did not take much persuasion, as it was nearly 3 a.m. and no one was in the mood to argue.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters.
Hermione glared at Harry as she slid into the airplane seat Harry had conveniently avoided. "You're sitting next to him on the way back," she hissed as she walked past. Harry smiled and took the seat next to her. "We have separate seats on the way back." Hermione threw the pillow on her seat at him. "Thanks a lot," she said.
Harry had never been on a plane before, and he wanted to enjoy the flight, but the teacher sitting next to Hermione would not keep quiet. He was busy talking to the flight attendant (a muggle), and asking her why she had never heard of him. The poor flight attendant looked very confused and flustered, and quickly ran off to serve the meal. Harry and Hermione tried to explain to Lockhart that muggles did not know about the magical world, and those who did didn't believe in it, but Lockhart insisted on educating the muggles.
When the plane finally landed in California, an annoyed-looking cab driver greeted the bleary-eyed trio and took them to their hotel. Each person got their own room, but all three were next to each other, and the rooms that shared walls could be connected. Fortunately, Hermione managed to convince Lockhart that Harry should have the room in the middle. She certainly did not want Lockhart able to connect to both rooms, and she was still mad at Harry for making her sit net to him. It did not take much persuasion, as it was nearly 3 a.m. and no one was in the mood to argue.