I watched as the car touched down and two red haired boys got out. "Sorry
we're late, car wouldn't start."
"Oh that's really reassuring Fred. Are you even sure we'll be able to get out of here?" He smirked at Chelsie. "I'm serious."
"Of course we will, now come on before we get caught! After you, Harry, Chelsie." Chelsie and I made our way to the back and took our seats. "Please keep all limbs inside the vehicle while it's moving, keep your hands to yourself, just because you're in the backseat together, doesn't give you any special sexual rights, keep your seatbelts on at all times and enjoy the ride."
"Very well said Fred." George and he exchanged a hi five.
"Why aren't we moving?" Chelsie was getting very annoyed at their childish behavior.
Fred turned the key and the engine struggled to start. "Oh come on your piece of crap!" Chelsie buried her face in her hands as Fred's second attempt to start the car failed. "Alright last time." Finally the car started and Fred revved up the engine. "Third times a charm." The car gave a jerk and soon we were off.
I looked back at the school which grew smaller and smaller as we the car gained altitude. Soon it became hidden beneath the clouds. "Where are we going anyways?"
"Good question." Chelsie said as she folded her arms and waited for an answer from Fred or George.
"Glad you asked that. Um...George."
"What."
"Where are we going?"
"Hell if I know this was your idea!"
Fred and George began bickering back and forth about whose idea it really was. "ENOUGH! Just take us to Number 12 Grimmauld Place." I shouted out.
"No can do."
"Why not?"
George turned to me. "Didn't you hear? Voldemort and his stupid followers ransacked it. They'd find you in a heartbeat."
"How did they find it?"
"Who knows. All I know is everyone's been talking about this Desdemona chick. Supposedly Voldemort has a demon child running loose." I watched Chelsie shoot him the evil eyes. "What? I'm sure she takes after her father."
"Well I heard..." Fred began to chime in. "...that she's insanely ugly."
"I'm not ugly!"
Everyone in the car turned and stared at Chelsie. "Excuse me?"
She shrugged her shoulders and refused to look George in the eyes. "Nothing. I meant to say she's not ugly. I met her once."
They gasped. "How ugly is she now seriously?"
Just as Chelsie was about to answer the car landed. "Why have we stopped?"
"Oh we stopped a long time ago you just didn't realise it."
"That's because Fred is an expert at crash landings."
We all glanced around at our surroundings and didn't like at all what we saw.
[2 be continued...]
"Oh that's really reassuring Fred. Are you even sure we'll be able to get out of here?" He smirked at Chelsie. "I'm serious."
"Of course we will, now come on before we get caught! After you, Harry, Chelsie." Chelsie and I made our way to the back and took our seats. "Please keep all limbs inside the vehicle while it's moving, keep your hands to yourself, just because you're in the backseat together, doesn't give you any special sexual rights, keep your seatbelts on at all times and enjoy the ride."
"Very well said Fred." George and he exchanged a hi five.
"Why aren't we moving?" Chelsie was getting very annoyed at their childish behavior.
Fred turned the key and the engine struggled to start. "Oh come on your piece of crap!" Chelsie buried her face in her hands as Fred's second attempt to start the car failed. "Alright last time." Finally the car started and Fred revved up the engine. "Third times a charm." The car gave a jerk and soon we were off.
I looked back at the school which grew smaller and smaller as we the car gained altitude. Soon it became hidden beneath the clouds. "Where are we going anyways?"
"Good question." Chelsie said as she folded her arms and waited for an answer from Fred or George.
"Glad you asked that. Um...George."
"What."
"Where are we going?"
"Hell if I know this was your idea!"
Fred and George began bickering back and forth about whose idea it really was. "ENOUGH! Just take us to Number 12 Grimmauld Place." I shouted out.
"No can do."
"Why not?"
George turned to me. "Didn't you hear? Voldemort and his stupid followers ransacked it. They'd find you in a heartbeat."
"How did they find it?"
"Who knows. All I know is everyone's been talking about this Desdemona chick. Supposedly Voldemort has a demon child running loose." I watched Chelsie shoot him the evil eyes. "What? I'm sure she takes after her father."
"Well I heard..." Fred began to chime in. "...that she's insanely ugly."
"I'm not ugly!"
Everyone in the car turned and stared at Chelsie. "Excuse me?"
She shrugged her shoulders and refused to look George in the eyes. "Nothing. I meant to say she's not ugly. I met her once."
They gasped. "How ugly is she now seriously?"
Just as Chelsie was about to answer the car landed. "Why have we stopped?"
"Oh we stopped a long time ago you just didn't realise it."
"That's because Fred is an expert at crash landings."
We all glanced around at our surroundings and didn't like at all what we saw.
[2 be continued...]