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A/N: Sorry it took so long, folks, I've been rather busy, what with college coming about in a couple of days. So anyway, here's the next installment of this story. I'm really glad people seem to like the story so far. You guys are awesome. By the way, I'll be starting a new story soon and I wanted ask, if you were Draco Malfoy and you had a sister, which would make you angrier: your sister falling for Harry (him being a half-blood and your rival) or Ron (him being a blood traitor and lower than you on a social status)? I'd be more than grateful to those who will answer this question. Thank you. Oh, and p.s. i wasn't quite sure about the time difference so give me a break.
"That wasn't too bad was it?"
"No, I suppose not, if too bad means it was the worse experience in my life and I'm going to dread the ride home."
Nathan laughed, slipping his arm casually around my shoulders as we walked through the John F. Kennedy Airport. Ashley walked slightly behind us, large headphones covering her ears and her many reddish brown braids swinging from side to side as she rocked her head to the beat. Barty stood beside her, grabbing onto to her arm every couple of seconds to steer her out of the way of oncoming people. Finally getting annoyed, he reached over and grabbed the headphones from her head. Ashley reached over and tugged on Barty's long black hair, angrily. Behind them, arguing as usual (they reminded me of Ron and Hermione some times), were Samantha and Michael. Michael was talking about one of our latest dances . . . and how Samantha did it wrong. Samantha flipped her blond hair over her shoulder and popped her gum, saying that if she did the dance wrong, it was only because Michael led her wrong. Why Nathan ever assigned them to be dance partners it was beyond me.
I looked around at all the people. All the yanks. They're accents were so strange and varied from person to person. It didn't help that I was a witch and half the things the people had I didn't really get. Mr. Weasley had once told me about a mobile but I wasn't sure if the little boxes that Sam, Mike, Ash, Barty, and Nathan held up to their ears sometimes were mobiles.
Finally, after we'd grabbed our suitcases from the carousel (Nathan had to help me because I wasn't exactly sure how the carousel worked), we headed outside.
"So this is New York," I said, looking around at all the lights and things. "There's so many people!"
"And so much snow and cold," Samantha complained. "I didn't realize it'd be night time when we got here."
"It's called different time zones, Sammy," Michael said, grinning and pulling a hat out of his backpack to shove over his dreadlocks. "They're only five hours behind us."
"Oh, we have to go explore," Ashley said, looking around. "I can't believe we're actually in New York City! Nathan can we please, please go exploring?"
"I don't know," Nathan said, frowning. "We need to start practicing tomorrow morning."
"Already?" Barty said. "Come on mate. Were the best! Even the guy who hired us said that we're the best! So, let's see what we have here . . . our big dance production in a week and a half and then the Broadway production the last couple of weeks. When's rehearsal for that?"
"Well, I was going to schedule our rehearsals for late morning, early afternoon and the play rehearsals are between seven and eleven at night but –"
"We haven't got anything tomorrow, do we?" I asked.
"No but –"
"It's our first day here, Nate. Let's enjoy it. Please?" I could practically here the other grinning behind me. They knew Nathan would do anything for me. Probably wasn't nice of me to misuse his interest like this, but what can you do?
"Fine," Nathan said, after a while, groaning. "Fine, you guys can have the night to . . . explore. But I'm setting a curfew. It's eight o' clock now," he added, checking his watch and making the time changes. "We'll go drop our stuff off at the hotel and then you guys can go wander but I want all of you back at the hotel no later than midnight. Please try not to get lost. Okay?"
"Yes, father," we all replied, laughing.
Nathan rolled his eyes but a smile played across his lips. He stepped towards the curb, held out his hand, and yelled, "Taxi!"