§Leo§

I directed the ship towards the a farm near the Empire State Building. Annabeth had received an iris message from Chiron saying to meet him at the bottom of the empire state building because of an emergency. Some evil guy. The usual, so Festus gave me a warning call for take of.

"Everybody ready?" I shouted

"Yeah!" they shouted in unison

The ship took off and everybody rushed downstairs for lunch. Oh heavenly food. Jason pushes me and Hazel out of the way shouting "FOOOOOOD!" Then Percy shoved Frank into me screaming the same war cry. I followed their lead.

The girls scowled and sat down as our food appeared and slowly started chewing on whatever they were eating while shooting disapproving looks at us. Then slowly everybody went to bed and I went to man the wheel.

§Hermione§

I took a deep breath and stepped onto the plane. Ron was totally freaking out. He had never flown before.

"Are you sure these muggle trinkets can be trusted?"

Ginny smirked. At least she was braver than her older brother. "Relax, Ron."

"Relax?! There's a new dark lord rising, and you tell me to relax?"

"Come on you two." I said, following Harry down the aisle. Ron fingered his wand nervously, then followed. Our seats were in the very back behind two muggles who are snogging each other and making very loud…er…noises. Ron wrestled Ginny out of the way to sit next to me.

Scowling, she claimed the window seat instead. We buckled our seatbelts, and Ron started to play with the television on the back of the seat.

"Wow! Get a load of this awesome magical box! I can control it with this muggle wand thingy-magigy!"

The two muggles in front of us turned to stare.

Then, with a jolt, the plane started to move, and Ron grabbed on to my arm.

"I don't much like planoairs or whatever the hell they're called."

"Aeroplanes." Harry and I corrected at the same time.

The next hour of the flight was incredibly tedious. Ron kept poking me in the shoulder every few minutes to point out the new contraption he had discovered, and Ginny and Harry played Exploding Snap louder than I thought was possible. Luckily none of the Muggles on the plane noticed. I thought about that. Of course, the Muggles are often ignorant, and don't care if their are snowy owls all over Britain and people walk right through walls. They wouldn't notice magic if it waved both its hands and jumped up and down a mere meter from them. But I wondered if it was their fault of not catching us. Maybe there was something, something magical that made Muggles so naive….

"Hermione! You've got that look on your face again that you always get when you're pondering something- leave it to the smartest witch of the century to not listen to me. Now I have to explain to you all over again how this channel-changer works."

"Ron, I know how television remotes work. I'm a muggle born, remember? And, for your information, I was only trying to figure out why the Muggles haven't noticed your bloody magical din!" I retorted.

Ron rolled his eyes, "Its because they're just stupid Muggles."

"Excuse me, but my parents happen to be 'stupid muggles'"

He was about to retort when a stewardess leaned into the aisle.

"Keep it down, hons, please. You're bothering the other passengers. Would you like any drinks?" she said with an American accent.

I ordered a coke. Ron looked bewildered, and simply requested her for whatever I had. He must have just realized that aeroplanes don't serve butterbeer.