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Author's Note: Sorry about the wait if anyone is still reading! And sorry it's so short!
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Attack of the Weasley's ZZZZSeverus Snape looked around the airport. His first impression was that it was big, crowded and noisy. He didn't understand why he had to travel by airplane anyway. He thought back to what Dumbledore had said – "It's all part of the experience, Severus." They were Dumbledore's exact words in their last meeting; actually it was just this morning, which was when Severus had found out how he would be traveling.
"Stupid Dumbledore," Severus muttered to himself.
Severus had taken a taxi to the airport on Dumbledore's insistence, lugged his (on Dumbledore's orders) unshrunken suitcases inside and spent fifteen minutes trying to figure out where he was meant to go.
"Third line from the far wall over there," a woman in an aqua-blue uniform informed him, seeing he was in a bit of bother. She had seen him looking around with furrowed eyebrows.
Severus nearly gasped when he had seen the queue. It went from one end of the huge airport, to the other.
"That one?" he hopefully pointed to the much shorter one next to it.
"No sorry. It's the long one," she smiled sympathetically at him. "Looks like it's going to be quite a wait."
"Er… thanks I suppose."
The uniformed lady laughed and walked away.
Severus was walking the length of the queue to get to the end when he saw a boy fall out of the line of people. There were people laughing at him – the boy was even laughing at himself. Severus cringed. He just recognized the 'boy' as one of the twenty-two year old Weasley twins.
"Fred! Getup off the floor would you!" he heard Molly Weasley scolded.
"Ah no," Severus groaned.
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