American Wizard International Transportation Center
Arriving at AWITC, I wondered how I had never noticed it before. It was right next to the O'Hare International Airport, and it was huge.
"Apparating Test Center, Flooing Center, blah, blah, blah . . . oh here it is! Portkey Center. Left upper wing. Come on." And Sirius set off quickly, weaving around all the people. I quickly followed, afraid of becoming lost.
"Ah, here we are. Nine thirty Portkey to Diagon Alley," he said sharply to a haggard-looking wizard official.
"Yes, there it is. Load your baggage onto the silver cart and place the Portkey in the container as directed. You have five minutes. In the meantime fill out these." And he pushed two stacks of papers at us, each at least three feet high. The questions included 'What is your full name?' and "When were you born?' but also 'What is your favorite color?', 'What is your favorite food?', and 'How many bracelets do you own?'.
A few minutes later the official pushed another stack at us, all for us to sign. There were at least a thousand papers, I'm sure of it.
Five minutes and too many papers later, we loaded the 'baggage' (Sirius tried to put me in there), the Portkey put in it's special container and the time was ticking by. "Five, four, three, two, one, GO!"
And we went. I felt a painless but unpleasant sort of jerk behind my belly button, and I suddenly was spinning around and plop I was on the ground, and the only thing spinning was my head.
Sirius managed to stay standing, looking handsomely wind-blown. How can he stay standing, looking so handsome, while I manage to make a fool of myself? It's not fair!
"So, do you like Portkeys?" He smirked at me.
"I hate you." I muttered, scrambling to my feet.
"And I'm so heart-broken. Really, you have no idea how much that affects me."
I rolled my eyes and as Sirius started walking away I looked at my surroundings. I was standing in the little area behind the Leaky Couldren. Over to my right was the trash can. Having located myself, I scanned the ground. Wait a second. I don't have all of my luggage? Where's my BOOK SUITCASE! I need that!
"Sirius!"
"What?" He turned back at my panicked tone.
"One of my bags has gone! My bag with the books! I need it!"
Sirius shook his head. "Definitely a Ravenclaw. Who needs books so much?"
I glared at him. "Me! And who're you talking to? Yourself or the air?"
"My invisible little friend. You really need that bag?"
I nodded my head vigorously.
"Okay." He said with a sigh, and whipped an Invisibility Cloak off my missing bag.
"Wha-!" I had started to puff up, but realized it wasn't worth it and just sighed. "Boys."
Sirius looked elegantly (and handsomely) amused. "Fooled you that time, didn't I?"
I ignored him.