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Turbulence had hit the plane as the fasten seatbelts light came on. On their way to London from California, Harry was sitting in between a half sleeping Maggie and a terrified Peter, who was gripping onto his seat for dear life, while Moira sat in front with Jack.
Suddenly, Maggie thruster a drawing in front of Peter. "Look what Jack drew!" She cooed. Harry looked at the drawing and rolled his eyes. "What's that?" Peter asked, pointing to the top left corner shakily.
"Fire." Maggie answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Fire! Really? Is that our plane?" Peter asked shakily smiling. "Yep! Mhm." Maggie responded.
"Who are all these people." Peter asked. Maggie pointed to each one as she explained. "That's Jack, that's me, that's mom, that's Harry, and that-and that's you!" "Where's my parachute?" Peter asked. Harry scoffed. "Why am I on a broomstick?"
Moira leaned back over the seat, her head rested on her arms as she glared at Peter. Harry whispered to Maggie. "He's in trouble now." The girl giggled in response.
"I'm not gonna make it to my next birthday." Peter said matter-of-factly. "You're not gonna die without a phone and FAX machine." Moira shot back. "I'm halfway there, I got the phone in the briefcase." Peter deadpanned. "Talk to him." Moira demanded.
As Peter went to switch seat with Moira so he could talk to Jack, Harry brought out a book from his backpack. The book was a mossy green, leather bound journal.
He flipped open a page, trying to ignore Jack, who was hitting the ceiling with his baseball. The last thing he added to his journal was a sketch, a fairly decent one, might he add, of an odd assortment of creatures.
There was a stag, standing tall and proud in the forest, with a wolf howling on it's hind legs. A large black dog, was growling at a whimpering rat, and a bright fairy was flying above them all.
Harry had was rather talented in several areas at school, those being english, music, and art. He and Granny Wendy had often joked that it was like magic, as his drawing almost seemed to come to life, and when he played the Pan Pipes, everyone listened and felt emotional.
He was shocked out of his musings as Jack hit the ceiling with the ball again. The oxygen masks dropped out of a flap in the roof, scaring their father.
Peter snatched the ball away from Jack. "What's the matter with you?! When are you gonna stop acting like a child!?" Peter asked in a hushed tone. "I am a child." Jack responded with a cocky smirk. Peter sighed. "Grow up."