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Journey for the Inspiration
Title: Journey for the Inspiration
Rating: G
Word Count: 500
A/N(optional):
"Maybe I should take my driving test again?" you offer, trying to refold the unwieldy road map of Northern England.
"You know I don't mind driving," Hermione says, tutting as she is forced to slow down sooner than she'd like, to be able to look over my map and check her outside lane, as she changes lanes and approaches the junction for the A684.
"I thought we share everything?" you ask, ripping Lancashire off and throwing it out the window.
"Ron!" she chides, slapping your knee before changing down. "That is a ridiculously dangerous thing to do on the road!"
"Accio map," you mutter, pointing your wand over your shoulder and catching the fluttering pages as they plaster themselves to the passenger door. "It's not as if we'll ever need this half."
You throw it into the back seat, where Rose smoothes it out and folds it up.
"There are many charming places to visit in Lancashire," Hermione says firmly. "And you and Harry have only been banned from Blackpool."
"Next left," you mutter, as Hermione approaches the junction.
"I know," she says, mirror signal manoeuvring and turning left.
"First cow of the day!" Hugo crows from the back seat.
Ten minutes later.
"Second cow of the day."
"That field is full of cows," Rose protests.
"I'm only looking at two of them," Hugo explains.
"I could drive next time," you offer, as Hermione hangs back behind a tractor, looking for somewhere to pass. "Or I could drive now, now we're on the A roads; I need the practise."
"You're not driving next time," Hermione says firmly. "You're not driving any time. You were banned from driving."
"That was years ago," you complain. "Straight ahead through Leyburn."
"Next time we're going up the blasted M6," Hermione grumbles.
"I don't do the M6," you protest.
"It's only twenty-five miles from the M6 to Hawes," Hermione says firmly, "and I don't care if we do go through Lancashire."
"I don't do Lancashire," you whine.
"Why was Daddy banned from driving?" Hugo asks.
"Why was Daddy banned from Blackpool?" Rose asks.
"Matter of National Security," you explain.
"He and Uncle Harry blew up the Blackpool Illuminations," Hermione says dryly, slowing down carefully as we go through Bainbridge.
"No we didn't," you mutter.
"Harry was letting you drive," Hermione insists. "And you drove into the generator and blew up the 2001 Illuminations and you electrocuted a pop singer."
"He was fine," you complain. "Hardly a burn on him; he made a ridiculous fuss about nothing."
"He had to record his next video stuck on a stretcher," Hermione scoffs, pulling up outside our holiday cottage. "He barely survived their tour and then left the group. You broke a pop group."
"Big baby," you insist. "The Weird Sisters didn't break up when the drummer had dragon burns!"
"Well, be that as it may," she says darkly, "The Muggle authorities banned you for five years, and I have banned you for the rest of your natural life."
Title: Journey for the Inspiration
Rating: G
Word Count: 500
A/N(optional):
"Maybe I should take my driving test again?" you offer, trying to refold the unwieldy road map of Northern England.
"You know I don't mind driving," Hermione says, tutting as she is forced to slow down sooner than she'd like, to be able to look over my map and check her outside lane, as she changes lanes and approaches the junction for the A684.
"I thought we share everything?" you ask, ripping Lancashire off and throwing it out the window.
"Ron!" she chides, slapping your knee before changing down. "That is a ridiculously dangerous thing to do on the road!"
"Accio map," you mutter, pointing your wand over your shoulder and catching the fluttering pages as they plaster themselves to the passenger door. "It's not as if we'll ever need this half."
You throw it into the back seat, where Rose smoothes it out and folds it up.
"There are many charming places to visit in Lancashire," Hermione says firmly. "And you and Harry have only been banned from Blackpool."
"Next left," you mutter, as Hermione approaches the junction.
"I know," she says, mirror signal manoeuvring and turning left.
"First cow of the day!" Hugo crows from the back seat.
Ten minutes later.
"Second cow of the day."
"That field is full of cows," Rose protests.
"I'm only looking at two of them," Hugo explains.
"I could drive next time," you offer, as Hermione hangs back behind a tractor, looking for somewhere to pass. "Or I could drive now, now we're on the A roads; I need the practise."
"You're not driving next time," Hermione says firmly. "You're not driving any time. You were banned from driving."
"That was years ago," you complain. "Straight ahead through Leyburn."
"Next time we're going up the blasted M6," Hermione grumbles.
"I don't do the M6," you protest.
"It's only twenty-five miles from the M6 to Hawes," Hermione says firmly, "and I don't care if we do go through Lancashire."
"I don't do Lancashire," you whine.
"Why was Daddy banned from driving?" Hugo asks.
"Why was Daddy banned from Blackpool?" Rose asks.
"Matter of National Security," you explain.
"He and Uncle Harry blew up the Blackpool Illuminations," Hermione says dryly, slowing down carefully as we go through Bainbridge.
"No we didn't," you mutter.
"Harry was letting you drive," Hermione insists. "And you drove into the generator and blew up the 2001 Illuminations and you electrocuted a pop singer."
"He was fine," you complain. "Hardly a burn on him; he made a ridiculous fuss about nothing."
"He had to record his next video stuck on a stretcher," Hermione scoffs, pulling up outside our holiday cottage. "He barely survived their tour and then left the group. You broke a pop group."
"Big baby," you insist. "The Weird Sisters didn't break up when the drummer had dragon burns!"
"Well, be that as it may," she says darkly, "The Muggle authorities banned you for five years, and I have banned you for the rest of your natural life."