George looked around the airport excitedly, the sun hadn't even broken the horizon yet and this was the most awake he had been at this hour in a long time.
Next to him in the security line, Kagome fought back a yawn, their tickets in her hand with her yellow bag slung over her shoulder.
"This is how muggles fly?" George asked.
Kagome shushed him as an older couple turned around, giving them a rude look at the word. "Yes, please keep your voice down."
"Sorry, this is exciting. Dad would love this!" Kagome smirked and placed her bag on the conveyor belt, stepping through the metal detector.
"It's his first time flying… Sorry." Kagome apologized as he tried to touch the TSA agents metal detection wand.
Kagome grabbed him as the agent waved them away, clearly annoyed at George. "Listen, you've got to try to act a little more normal, the last thing we need is to get thrown out of the airport."
George grabbed her yellow bag, shouldering it as she led him to a wall of screens. "Sorry, all of this muggle stuff is kind of exciting. I don't find it as exciting as dad, but it's still pretty cool."
"Come on, the ticket and security lines put us a little behind." Kagome said.
Grabbing his hand again, she propelled them forward through the building, trying to get them to the correct terminal before the plane left without them. They made it just as the attendant was calling them to board, allowing them to run straight on and to their seats.
"You alright?" George asked about an hour later, floating through the air as the ground passed below them.
"Nervous, sorry for the rush, I wanted to get the first flight and didn't accommodate the lines." She sighed.
George smiled and grabbed her hand, entwining their fingers together. "It's alright, can't beat this view though."
Kagome smiled and turned back to the magazine in her lap, failing to notice George continue staring at her before turning back to the window.
Hours later, George felt Kagome's head on his shoulder and looked down. She was sound asleep with a different magazine falling off her lap, and nestling deeper into his shirt, sighing contentedly.
He leaned his head down, resting it on the top of hers and closing his eyes, his left arm moving to wrap around her shoulders.