A/N: I'm pretty sure the spelling of "dissaparate" is incorrect, but I couldn't find it in any of the books, and (obviously) spellcheck doesn't have it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
It's almost the end of July when they've scraped up enough earning to continue their trip. It's a warm night, with a soft breeze when they dissaparate out of their small apartment, not having bothered to put it up for rent before leaving.
As soon as she feels them touch ground, she drops his hand, and opens her eyes slowly. "Where are we?"
He smiles. "What? You sound like you want to leave already. We're in Massachusetts," he tells her.
"What's here that's fun?" she asks.
"That sounded sarcastic. What's got your knickers in a twist?"
"Nothing. It's too early."
"It's 10 a.m."
She gives him a look, which he interprets as, that is too early.
"We're not staying forever, Rosie. Do you think you can handle it?"
"You're treating me like I'm five."
"Maybe you deserve it."
Ignoring his last comment, she repeats her previous question. "So, what's in Massachusetts?"
"Well, there are buildings from what I've read, and some trees, probably."
"James," she said, seething with anger. "You're an arse."
"Aw, Rosie, you don't mean that."
"Jamsie," she said sweetly, "I think we both know that I do mean that."
"Yeah," he muttered, "and you're a bitch."
Rose takes a deep breath, attempting to calm herself. "Let's just see what's here. If there's nothing good, we leave. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Ok, with all of the research on that bloody laptop of yours, I'm sure you found something fun, didn't you?"
"Maybe. Let's go."
. . .
"Here we are."
"Where's here?" she asked, hardly daring to be impressed.
"It's called Faneuil Hall."
"Is there food?"
"Tons."
"Let's do it."
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