The airport was packed with people. There were single people, couples, entire families and many people travelling on business. There were also huge queues at the ticket counters and more and more people were arriving on the escalators. Sitting in chairs a little apart were Ron and Hermione. The redhead seemed very restless, he kept shaking his leg and looking around in silence, but Hermione tried to hide it, absorbed in a romance book. She knew her boyfriend wasn't very comfortable getting on a plane.
"Ron, for the tenth time, try to stay calm," she said, still not looking up from the book.
– But I'm calm. Who said I'm not calm?
The girl gave another impatient sigh and looked up but soon her attention was turned to someone else. Harry, who had gone to confirm the tickets, was returning and was carrying a package that Ron must have found curious, as he couldn't take his eyes off it.
– Harry, how was it there? – asked Hermione, smiling more calmly.
- Not bad. The queue is long, but it's fast – she said with a shrug – I don't think it's that crowded every day. Tickets are confirmed. In two and a half hours we will board.
- What? – Ron was exasperated. – We've been here for a long time and we're going to wait for all this?
"We've only been here thirteen minutes, Ron," said Hermione, holding the redhead's arms. – And please calm down.
– But I'm calm. Already said.
- I brought sandwiches. - said Harry, showing the packages he was carrying.
- Sandwiches? Made by muggles?
– Ron, this is no place...
– Okay, Hermione. Sorry.
Trying to ignore his friend's nervousness, Harry opened the package and handed a small package to Ron and another to Hermione, sitting next to the redhead as he opened what he had in his hands. They ate their sandwiches – Ron didn't think it was as bad as he expected – and watched the world go by, while Hermione continued to be engrossed in her book. Sometimes Harry would ask Ron to watch a television set far away from them, so that his friend would forget about his nervousness, but, perhaps because they weren't listening to anything, he couldn't keep the redhead's attention for long, but it was more likely that the boy wouldn't be interested. for that kind of thing. After a while, Rony needed to go to the bathroom.
- Come on, I think I know where it is. - said Harry, standing up to follow Ron.
– Okay... Hermione, don't leave here...
– Of course not, Ron – replied the girl, not understanding why she heard that.
The two walked away and the girl followed them with her gaze. She took the moment to think about her own life and, with the novel still in hand, she realised something she hadn't thought about before: Hermione really thought it was strange that the airport was full that day; a year earlier she had been at this same airport, watching from afar as her parents boarded their way to Australia. And, as she looked around the lobby where she was, she noticed that on other occasions the place had never been so crowded when she was travelling with her parents.
Her parents. A thin tear began to roll down Hermione's face as she realised that she had never travelled without her parents before, except to Hogwarts or The Burrow. In fact, she realised that outside the wizarding world she never did anything without their company, as long as she could remember. The time she was with Harry in that war, she tried not to think about them – it was safer that way. She was sure she did the right thing by sending them to Australia – she needed to believe that. She would never forgive herself if something happened to the two of them and she wasn't there for them.
It wasn't long before Harry and Ron were back. When the girl saw the two, she smiled and, as she waited for them, she thought she saw a wand sticking out of a man's coat pocket a few meters away. The smile went away, she blinked and then didn't see the man anymore, perhaps due to the movement of people at the airport, because it was unlikely that any wizard would try to apparate in the middle of an airport lounge full of muggles, or it was just her impression.
- What there was? – Ron asked when he approached the girl.
- What? Anything...
- Like nothing? Are you crying?
– No… – she remembered that there should still be tears on her face and wiped them away – I just… I remembered them.
- Your parents? – Harry asked and Hermione nodded.
– Everything will be fine, Mione. We're in this together – said Ron, sitting down to hug her, and she smiled at them both. It was a relief that she wasn't alone at that moment.
The three waited for a few more hours until the woman's voice announcing boardings informed them of the flight to Australia – "... passengers on flight 892 to Sydney-Canberra, board at gate sixteen".
- Come on, it's our turn. - Harry announced, looking at Ron and Hermione.
- What? But already? Wasn't he talking about another flight? – asked Ron, while Harry and Hermione stood up, picking up their bags. Hermione grabbed her boyfriend's backpack and threw it over his legs.
– Come on, Ron.
– Okay... but, but... Mione, do we really have to get into that thing? - asked the redhead, already following the two.
– Of course Ron. How do you expect us to fly? Hanging in the wings?
– But are you sure it's really safe?
– Of course it is, Ron. Safer than flying on a broomstick, for sure.
– Look on the bright side… – said Harry, turning to the redhead as he walked. – You'll have a story to tell your father when you get back. He'll love knowing what it's like to travel on a Muggle plane.
– Funny... - Ron grumbled, bumping into his friend.
The three walked to a place Ron didn't like to see. It seemed to him that they still had to pay more for the tickets, but he didn't know with what, as there were uniformed muggles looking through other people's luggage. They were already in the search queue before the boarding gate.
– Inspections, Ron – replied Hermione, seeing that her boyfriend seemed to be suffering from constipation seeing the situation. – Every airport has this. The guards check the passengers to make sure they are not carrying anything illegal or dangerous.
– And isn't it easier to ask? - suggested Ron and Harry held back a silly chuckle before the girl responded. He knew his friend was never prepared to mix with Muggles.
– It's... it's easier. But they don't work like that. Obviously, not everyone would answer the truth.
– Ah... but what about that? Are we going to go through that portal like the others? - asked the redhead, pointing to the metal detector, while handing the backpack to a guard, as Hermione had just done with hers, and Harry who was handing his too.
- Yes, we are going. This is to know if we are taking something that we shouldn't take. - Hermione replied with a half smile at the attendant, while her backpack was displayed on the monitor. Ron, who also saw what appeared on the screen, was stunned by it.
– Was that your backpack? Our backpacks? - the redhead hurried when he saw that his and Harry's were also on the monitor.
- Yes it is. - said Harry. – Used to find something dangerous.
Ron let Harry pass in front of him during the metal detector. Hermione was already on the other side and holding the backpacks, when the brunette passed by, she saw that her boyfriend wasn't very sure about crossing the object.
– Ron, come quickly.
The redhead was shaking a little and snapping his fingers as if this was preparation for an important Quidditch game.
– I'm... I'm coming. - the guards, and the other passengers in line, watched Ron, but remained calm. They certainly didn't see much of it, but they must have known that there could be similar situations. Seeing that the redhead couldn't make up his mind, Hermione handed the bags to Harry and went through the detector again, but towards Ron to pull his hand and make him cross with her. Upon entering the boarding gate, she also pulled Harry by the arm as if he had something to do with Ron's fear.
They passed through the tunnel that led to the plane door. Ron didn't want to say anything because Hermione was grumbling audibly.
– Honestly, given everything you've been through, this should be simple for you...
- Huh? Are you talking about this muggle thing?
– Yeah... that's right. It doesn't hurt anyone... - the girl let go of Harry's arm and her boyfriend's hand when they reached the plane door, so Harry could get the tickets.
– Harry, the tickets.
- What? Oh yes...
There was a flight attendant and a stewardess just inside the door smiling at them and welcoming them. Harry handed the tickets to one of them so they could indicate where their seats were.
– More checks? - asked Ron, and the girls found the question strange, as they frowned and gave half-hidden smiles, as they watched their passages.
Hermione resisted the urge to look up, but just squeezed her boyfriend's arm and said through her teeth, "No, Ron...".
– Go straight, it's just after the curtain – indicated the flight attendant. Harry and Hermione thanked him (Ron seemed to have lost his voice) and went to the seats, the brunette holding the redhead's arm. Hermione, who already imagined that her boyfriend would be nervous, but not that nervous, had bought tickets that were located between the two aisles of the plane, away from the windows.
– Okay, it's here – she said, sitting down to the left. – Ron, you here – he indicated the boy to the middle seat, so that he was between it and Harry. The boy was breathing heavily and Harry didn't take his eyes off him as if he expected his friend to faint at any moment, as he placed the backpacks in the carry-on luggage compartment.
– Ron, calm down. Everything will be fine – said the girl, after they sat down, getting closer to her boyfriend, ignoring the message that the pilot was sending at that moment, trying to calm him down. – The flights of these planes are safe. There's nothing to worry about. Look, take these belts – he indicated the seat belts to him. – And do it like this – she showed him how to lock the belts. Harry sat down and also locked his along with the two of them. Rony got a little confused, but managed it, with the help of his girlfriend. Ultimately, he had no way of denying it. He was in a plane and in a few moments he would fly in a way he had never imagined in his life.
- I don't like this. - he said, looking up, and Harry and Hermione looked at him, expecting him to want to get up suddenly. – This is definitely terrifying.
- Ron, we haven't even left the ground. - Hermione replied.
– Look, man! – Harry caught his attention. - This is also the first time I've been in one of these. But look at me. I'm not afraid.
- It's great. It's easier for you because you lived with Muggles for a long time.
– But the most I had ever been on was trains.
– Yeah... I imagine.
– Ron, do this: – Hermione started talking to him. – She lays her head down and closes her eyes. He doesn't need to sleep, but it helps if he's not looking.
The redhead didn't respond, but decided to try, because he closed his eyes and rested his head on the headrest. He sighed deeply and seemed to relax for a few seconds until a small jolt brought him back to reality.
– Wow, what is this? - he shouted in alarm, and his girlfriend held his arm tightly.
– Calm down, Ron. It's just the plane taxiing.
– Taq... taquisi what?
– Taxising. It is moving towards the runway to take off.
– Does taking off mean taking a flight? he asked, trying not to sound nervous.
- That. Now relax and do what I said. Will help.
Trembling a lot, the boy did what Hermione recommended and she soon saw, with some scepticism, that Harry was doing the same. She also noticed that the brunette was holding on tightly to the arms of the chair, just like Ron. At this point she was already wondering if many of her first times on a plane were like this – she didn't remember her first time, as she was very young when her parents took her on one of the trips they took.
Everything was fine while the plane was just moving along the runway, but when it was time for the pilot to accelerate to catch the takeoff momentum, Rony started to get very restless. The faster the plane, the more nervous the redhead became. It seemed like he could feel every part of the machine touching the wind outside, and when the plane finally took off, Ron exploded, or at least it felt like it.
– Stop, stop. I want to leave!
– Ron, no – whispered Hermione, holding her boyfriend in the seat, who was trying to undo the seat belts. – Stay calm, everything will be fine.
– Oh, I don't know...
Harry didn't know what to do, whether to help Hermione or call the stewardess. There was no need because soon one of them came to meet the boys.
– Can I help you with anything?
- Yes yes. I want to go down... - Ron replied quickly.
– I don't think that will be possible, sir.
– He's just nervous – said Hermione, still holding the redhead by the arms, as he struggled and continued to want to go down.
- I understand. This type of nervousness is normal. Can I bring him a tranquilliser?
- Yes please. A dose sufficient to sleep.
The flight attendant was surprised that Hermione asked like that, but she obeyed. She quickly came back with a glass of water and put drops of a tranquilliser in it.
– That, I think is enough. This tranquilliser is very good. -she said, handing the glass to Hermione.
– I'm not going to drink that... Muggle medicine.
– Muggles? - repeated the flight attendant, without understanding what the boy meant. Hermione, who was already quite blushing because the other passengers were looking at them curiously, handed the glass to Ron and ordered.
– Here. Drink soon. This will just calm you down. It won't hurt you.
The boy didn't want to pick up the glass, despite his girlfriend's protest and Harry's encouragement. It seemed like he wasn't quite sure what he had in the middle of the water. The flight attendant also waved her hands, as if encouraging Ron to drink from the glass.
– Ron, this is just a tranquilliser. – said Harry. - My uncle Valter always took it when he came home from work in a bad mood. It was the only thing that helped him sleep.
The redhead took a while to process what he heard, but finally agreed – perhaps he imagined he really needed it. He drank from the glass so quickly that it seemed like the last water in the world.
– Oh, how I like it...
- I know. It's kind of bad... - said the flight attendant with a smile, taking the glass from the boy's hands.
– Thank you – Hermione thanked her, then turned to her boyfriend, who still didn't feel very calm, but was no longer struggling in the armchair. – Now, please, Ron, relax. In a little while you'll sleep and everything will be fine.
- You wake me up? I don't want to be trapped in here.
– I doubt you'll sleep until we get there. – said Harry, also calmer.
Ron adjusted himself better in the armchair and put his head back against the backrest. In silence he waited until sleep came. Meanwhile, Hermione looked at Harry and said, just moving her mouth, "thank you", which the boy returned with a smile.
Apart from this "inconvenience", the takeoff went normally and the three headed towards Australia. While her boyfriend waited to fall asleep, Hermione went back to her romance book to stay calm and Harry watched what was playing on the plane's screen. The girl didn't want to get carried away by the expectation of the reunion – she wanted everything to work out, for her to be prepared for the right moment. And she would only know the right time when he arrived, when he was in front of his parents.
"Ron, for the tenth time, try to stay calm," she said, still not looking up from the book.
– But I'm calm. Who said I'm not calm?
The girl gave another impatient sigh and looked up but soon her attention was turned to someone else. Harry, who had gone to confirm the tickets, was returning and was carrying a package that Ron must have found curious, as he couldn't take his eyes off it.
– Harry, how was it there? – asked Hermione, smiling more calmly.
- Not bad. The queue is long, but it's fast – she said with a shrug – I don't think it's that crowded every day. Tickets are confirmed. In two and a half hours we will board.
- What? – Ron was exasperated. – We've been here for a long time and we're going to wait for all this?
"We've only been here thirteen minutes, Ron," said Hermione, holding the redhead's arms. – And please calm down.
– But I'm calm. Already said.
- I brought sandwiches. - said Harry, showing the packages he was carrying.
- Sandwiches? Made by muggles?
– Ron, this is no place...
– Okay, Hermione. Sorry.
Trying to ignore his friend's nervousness, Harry opened the package and handed a small package to Ron and another to Hermione, sitting next to the redhead as he opened what he had in his hands. They ate their sandwiches – Ron didn't think it was as bad as he expected – and watched the world go by, while Hermione continued to be engrossed in her book. Sometimes Harry would ask Ron to watch a television set far away from them, so that his friend would forget about his nervousness, but, perhaps because they weren't listening to anything, he couldn't keep the redhead's attention for long, but it was more likely that the boy wouldn't be interested. for that kind of thing. After a while, Rony needed to go to the bathroom.
- Come on, I think I know where it is. - said Harry, standing up to follow Ron.
– Okay... Hermione, don't leave here...
– Of course not, Ron – replied the girl, not understanding why she heard that.
The two walked away and the girl followed them with her gaze. She took the moment to think about her own life and, with the novel still in hand, she realised something she hadn't thought about before: Hermione really thought it was strange that the airport was full that day; a year earlier she had been at this same airport, watching from afar as her parents boarded their way to Australia. And, as she looked around the lobby where she was, she noticed that on other occasions the place had never been so crowded when she was travelling with her parents.
Her parents. A thin tear began to roll down Hermione's face as she realised that she had never travelled without her parents before, except to Hogwarts or The Burrow. In fact, she realised that outside the wizarding world she never did anything without their company, as long as she could remember. The time she was with Harry in that war, she tried not to think about them – it was safer that way. She was sure she did the right thing by sending them to Australia – she needed to believe that. She would never forgive herself if something happened to the two of them and she wasn't there for them.
It wasn't long before Harry and Ron were back. When the girl saw the two, she smiled and, as she waited for them, she thought she saw a wand sticking out of a man's coat pocket a few meters away. The smile went away, she blinked and then didn't see the man anymore, perhaps due to the movement of people at the airport, because it was unlikely that any wizard would try to apparate in the middle of an airport lounge full of muggles, or it was just her impression.
- What there was? – Ron asked when he approached the girl.
- What? Anything...
- Like nothing? Are you crying?
– No… – she remembered that there should still be tears on her face and wiped them away – I just… I remembered them.
- Your parents? – Harry asked and Hermione nodded.
– Everything will be fine, Mione. We're in this together – said Ron, sitting down to hug her, and she smiled at them both. It was a relief that she wasn't alone at that moment.
The three waited for a few more hours until the woman's voice announcing boardings informed them of the flight to Australia – "... passengers on flight 892 to Sydney-Canberra, board at gate sixteen".
- Come on, it's our turn. - Harry announced, looking at Ron and Hermione.
- What? But already? Wasn't he talking about another flight? – asked Ron, while Harry and Hermione stood up, picking up their bags. Hermione grabbed her boyfriend's backpack and threw it over his legs.
– Come on, Ron.
– Okay... but, but... Mione, do we really have to get into that thing? - asked the redhead, already following the two.
– Of course Ron. How do you expect us to fly? Hanging in the wings?
– But are you sure it's really safe?
– Of course it is, Ron. Safer than flying on a broomstick, for sure.
– Look on the bright side… – said Harry, turning to the redhead as he walked. – You'll have a story to tell your father when you get back. He'll love knowing what it's like to travel on a Muggle plane.
– Funny... - Ron grumbled, bumping into his friend.
The three walked to a place Ron didn't like to see. It seemed to him that they still had to pay more for the tickets, but he didn't know with what, as there were uniformed muggles looking through other people's luggage. They were already in the search queue before the boarding gate.
– Inspections, Ron – replied Hermione, seeing that her boyfriend seemed to be suffering from constipation seeing the situation. – Every airport has this. The guards check the passengers to make sure they are not carrying anything illegal or dangerous.
– And isn't it easier to ask? - suggested Ron and Harry held back a silly chuckle before the girl responded. He knew his friend was never prepared to mix with Muggles.
– It's... it's easier. But they don't work like that. Obviously, not everyone would answer the truth.
– Ah... but what about that? Are we going to go through that portal like the others? - asked the redhead, pointing to the metal detector, while handing the backpack to a guard, as Hermione had just done with hers, and Harry who was handing his too.
- Yes, we are going. This is to know if we are taking something that we shouldn't take. - Hermione replied with a half smile at the attendant, while her backpack was displayed on the monitor. Ron, who also saw what appeared on the screen, was stunned by it.
– Was that your backpack? Our backpacks? - the redhead hurried when he saw that his and Harry's were also on the monitor.
- Yes it is. - said Harry. – Used to find something dangerous.
Ron let Harry pass in front of him during the metal detector. Hermione was already on the other side and holding the backpacks, when the brunette passed by, she saw that her boyfriend wasn't very sure about crossing the object.
– Ron, come quickly.
The redhead was shaking a little and snapping his fingers as if this was preparation for an important Quidditch game.
– I'm... I'm coming. - the guards, and the other passengers in line, watched Ron, but remained calm. They certainly didn't see much of it, but they must have known that there could be similar situations. Seeing that the redhead couldn't make up his mind, Hermione handed the bags to Harry and went through the detector again, but towards Ron to pull his hand and make him cross with her. Upon entering the boarding gate, she also pulled Harry by the arm as if he had something to do with Ron's fear.
They passed through the tunnel that led to the plane door. Ron didn't want to say anything because Hermione was grumbling audibly.
– Honestly, given everything you've been through, this should be simple for you...
- Huh? Are you talking about this muggle thing?
– Yeah... that's right. It doesn't hurt anyone... - the girl let go of Harry's arm and her boyfriend's hand when they reached the plane door, so Harry could get the tickets.
– Harry, the tickets.
- What? Oh yes...
There was a flight attendant and a stewardess just inside the door smiling at them and welcoming them. Harry handed the tickets to one of them so they could indicate where their seats were.
– More checks? - asked Ron, and the girls found the question strange, as they frowned and gave half-hidden smiles, as they watched their passages.
Hermione resisted the urge to look up, but just squeezed her boyfriend's arm and said through her teeth, "No, Ron...".
– Go straight, it's just after the curtain – indicated the flight attendant. Harry and Hermione thanked him (Ron seemed to have lost his voice) and went to the seats, the brunette holding the redhead's arm. Hermione, who already imagined that her boyfriend would be nervous, but not that nervous, had bought tickets that were located between the two aisles of the plane, away from the windows.
– Okay, it's here – she said, sitting down to the left. – Ron, you here – he indicated the boy to the middle seat, so that he was between it and Harry. The boy was breathing heavily and Harry didn't take his eyes off him as if he expected his friend to faint at any moment, as he placed the backpacks in the carry-on luggage compartment.
– Ron, calm down. Everything will be fine – said the girl, after they sat down, getting closer to her boyfriend, ignoring the message that the pilot was sending at that moment, trying to calm him down. – The flights of these planes are safe. There's nothing to worry about. Look, take these belts – he indicated the seat belts to him. – And do it like this – she showed him how to lock the belts. Harry sat down and also locked his along with the two of them. Rony got a little confused, but managed it, with the help of his girlfriend. Ultimately, he had no way of denying it. He was in a plane and in a few moments he would fly in a way he had never imagined in his life.
- I don't like this. - he said, looking up, and Harry and Hermione looked at him, expecting him to want to get up suddenly. – This is definitely terrifying.
- Ron, we haven't even left the ground. - Hermione replied.
– Look, man! – Harry caught his attention. - This is also the first time I've been in one of these. But look at me. I'm not afraid.
- It's great. It's easier for you because you lived with Muggles for a long time.
– But the most I had ever been on was trains.
– Yeah... I imagine.
– Ron, do this: – Hermione started talking to him. – She lays her head down and closes her eyes. He doesn't need to sleep, but it helps if he's not looking.
The redhead didn't respond, but decided to try, because he closed his eyes and rested his head on the headrest. He sighed deeply and seemed to relax for a few seconds until a small jolt brought him back to reality.
– Wow, what is this? - he shouted in alarm, and his girlfriend held his arm tightly.
– Calm down, Ron. It's just the plane taxiing.
– Taq... taquisi what?
– Taxising. It is moving towards the runway to take off.
– Does taking off mean taking a flight? he asked, trying not to sound nervous.
- That. Now relax and do what I said. Will help.
Trembling a lot, the boy did what Hermione recommended and she soon saw, with some scepticism, that Harry was doing the same. She also noticed that the brunette was holding on tightly to the arms of the chair, just like Ron. At this point she was already wondering if many of her first times on a plane were like this – she didn't remember her first time, as she was very young when her parents took her on one of the trips they took.
Everything was fine while the plane was just moving along the runway, but when it was time for the pilot to accelerate to catch the takeoff momentum, Rony started to get very restless. The faster the plane, the more nervous the redhead became. It seemed like he could feel every part of the machine touching the wind outside, and when the plane finally took off, Ron exploded, or at least it felt like it.
– Stop, stop. I want to leave!
– Ron, no – whispered Hermione, holding her boyfriend in the seat, who was trying to undo the seat belts. – Stay calm, everything will be fine.
– Oh, I don't know...
Harry didn't know what to do, whether to help Hermione or call the stewardess. There was no need because soon one of them came to meet the boys.
– Can I help you with anything?
- Yes yes. I want to go down... - Ron replied quickly.
– I don't think that will be possible, sir.
– He's just nervous – said Hermione, still holding the redhead by the arms, as he struggled and continued to want to go down.
- I understand. This type of nervousness is normal. Can I bring him a tranquilliser?
- Yes please. A dose sufficient to sleep.
The flight attendant was surprised that Hermione asked like that, but she obeyed. She quickly came back with a glass of water and put drops of a tranquilliser in it.
– That, I think is enough. This tranquilliser is very good. -she said, handing the glass to Hermione.
– I'm not going to drink that... Muggle medicine.
– Muggles? - repeated the flight attendant, without understanding what the boy meant. Hermione, who was already quite blushing because the other passengers were looking at them curiously, handed the glass to Ron and ordered.
– Here. Drink soon. This will just calm you down. It won't hurt you.
The boy didn't want to pick up the glass, despite his girlfriend's protest and Harry's encouragement. It seemed like he wasn't quite sure what he had in the middle of the water. The flight attendant also waved her hands, as if encouraging Ron to drink from the glass.
– Ron, this is just a tranquilliser. – said Harry. - My uncle Valter always took it when he came home from work in a bad mood. It was the only thing that helped him sleep.
The redhead took a while to process what he heard, but finally agreed – perhaps he imagined he really needed it. He drank from the glass so quickly that it seemed like the last water in the world.
– Oh, how I like it...
- I know. It's kind of bad... - said the flight attendant with a smile, taking the glass from the boy's hands.
– Thank you – Hermione thanked her, then turned to her boyfriend, who still didn't feel very calm, but was no longer struggling in the armchair. – Now, please, Ron, relax. In a little while you'll sleep and everything will be fine.
- You wake me up? I don't want to be trapped in here.
– I doubt you'll sleep until we get there. – said Harry, also calmer.
Ron adjusted himself better in the armchair and put his head back against the backrest. In silence he waited until sleep came. Meanwhile, Hermione looked at Harry and said, just moving her mouth, "thank you", which the boy returned with a smile.
Apart from this "inconvenience", the takeoff went normally and the three headed towards Australia. While her boyfriend waited to fall asleep, Hermione went back to her romance book to stay calm and Harry watched what was playing on the plane's screen. The girl didn't want to get carried away by the expectation of the reunion – she wanted everything to work out, for her to be prepared for the right moment. And she would only know the right time when he arrived, when he was in front of his parents.