"Remus! What the hell is this place?" Shrieked Sirius, completely horrified.
"It's just the countryside." Remus said, keeping an eye on Sirius –who was staring wide eyed at his new surrounds- in the passenger seat and an eye on the road. A difficult task. Sometimes Remus felt as if he should be paid welfare for looking after the childlike Sirius. Well, you couldn't call it 'looking after' considering that they were in a relationship, it felt as if Remus was a guardian though sometimes.
"Why do you even have a driver's license?"
"Because of my Furry Little Problem" Sirius grinned at the nickname. "it's unlikely that I'll be able to get a wage I could live off in the Wizarding World, so getting a Muggle job would be the next best thing."
"I know that." Sirius nodded. "But it doesn't explain why you can legally drive a car. I don't even see why you need a license to drive a car, I haven't got one and I'm an excellent driver."
Remus snorted, but then tried to cover it with a cough. "Well I can't exactly fly to work on a broom, can I?"
"Because you refuse to fly!" Sirius protested. "Your students would love it to see you on a broom in the classroom."
"The Ministry would skin me." Remus said darkly.
"Remus!" Sirius gasped. "There was just a sign for a Mobile Butcher." He said it as if it was a dirty word.
"Yes. Yes there was, please don't do that again, I almost had a heart attack."
"And we just passed one for a Log Cutter." Sirius was horrified. "What is this place?"
"It's fine, rea-"
"AND THERE WAS JUST ONE FOR AN ANTIQUE FAIR." Sirius cowered. "I want to go home right now."