They flew for hours, over London, then the Scottish country until they caught up with the Hogwarts Express. Truth be told, this was the closest Remus had come to Hogwarts, and he was brimming with excitement at the chance to set his eyes on the castle and grounds in person. Except for the small drops the car took at the beginning, James had proven to be an adept driver, guiding the vehicle through the skies much like a sailor would a ship at sea.

"How's your nose?" Remus asked Sirius.

Sirius, from the back, was laying stretched out with his back resting on the door handle and his knees drawn up. "Alright," Sirius mumbled, looking lazily from the opposite window to Remus.

They drove in silence with Remus staring off into space and James humming some tune from some wizarding rock band. But as they approached Hogwarts, the question of how to land popped up. Sirius suggested James should ease the car down much like a hippogriff. James, however, decided to ride the car like a broom, slowly lowering it down to the Hogwarts grounds. A mere foot from the ground, James took his foot off the pedal, and the car landed with a crash - all three bouncing to the ceiling and back down as the vehicle plummeted to the grassy floor.