â- Our muses on a plane
"This is why you always think of a place and not a person when apparating, where the hell are we?â Amelia hissed, still clinging to Fabianâs arm.Â
"How should I know, I canât see a damn thing," he replied. The two were pressed close together in a dark compartment, a loud whrrring sound surrounding them. Before either could move or light their wands, the entire compartment shuddered as if the building had hit a bump. "The hell?" Fabian muttered.
There was a dinging sound followed by a projected voice announcing, âLadies and gentlemen, we are experiencing some unexpected turbulence, and the captain has turned on the fasten seatbelt sign. Please return to your seats.âÂ
Struggling in the tight space, Amelia managed to pull out her wand and light the tip, illuminating a very small lavatory. Because the door wasnât latched, the electric light had never come on, or so she gathered from the pictogram on the door. The light was electric, which had to mean that they were in some sort of muggle area and she was suddenly very grateful they were both dressed to blend in. She opened the door and stowed her wand again, immediately met with the disapproving stare of a muggle woman.
"You have to return to your seats," she told Amelia crossly, "And the airplaneâs lavatories are intended for one person.âÂ
"Right, so sorry about that," Fabian muttered, pushing his way out behind Amelia and taking her by the elbow. He led them forward until they found two empty seats and let her enter the cramped row before him. "Amelia, where the hell are we?"
For a long moment she didnât answer, too busy staring out the window at the clouds rushing by. âMuggles really are brilliant,â she muttered, awe evident in her voice, âI knew they had flying-machines, but I had no idea they were so large. Fabian, Weâre on a plane.â Â
