Hogwarts Air

8:15 a.m.

The Seventh Years are waiting to board the plane, including me, Ron Weasley. Why we couldn't have just taken a Portkey to complete our culture assignment in France, I'll never know. Dumbledore seems to think this way is safer, but I'm not so sure.

You should see the Slytherins. We were told to dress as Muggles so that we would "blend in", but they have no clue at all. I'd hate to break Malfoy's heart by telling him that ducky pajamas and bright yellow rain boots aren't the type of thing a normal Muggle would wear to an airport. You do have to give Crabbe credit for wearing the tutu and ballet slippers, though. Still, they don't make quite an intimidating site, sneering at everyone who passes when they're the ones wearing kilts and tank tops.

All the Heads of Houses came along as chaperones. Snape had turned the lady at the ticket counter into a chicken earlier. I think she was making fun of his pink Easter bunny costume. Professor McGonagall went over to transfigure her back, but she had to cast a memory modification charm. I suppose she was under a lot of stress, because the charm covered half the terminal, and poor little Flitwick got a burst of it. He now has no clue that he's a wizard or a teacher, so the Ravenclaws got in a huff. And the Ministry of Magic had to be called in to fix the memories of some of the Muggles that got a bit of the spell. Oh well. We have to board the plane now, and I'm quite curious to see what occurs in the air.

11:00 a.m.

I've been sitting on the plane for fifteen minutes, and my bum is already starting to hurt. Hermione is curled up with those dumb ear fony-thingies. Why she can't get over her fear of extreme heights like a normal person, I'll never know. Oh here comes the snack cart lady. Ah, darn you, Snape. Now she's a rabbit. Professor McGonagall is in the loo... oh well, I'll tell her when she gets back. Until then, all the peanuts are mine...

11:15 a.m.

Great, Neville just threw up again. That makes it, what, the fourth time? Poor Susan. She's sitting right next to him and has to vanish his sick every time. The poor Hufflepuff girl. Well, onto the toilet for me.

11:20 a.m.

I just came back from the restroom, and it was truly horrifying. Terry Boot of Ravenclaw and Hannah Abbot of Hufflepuff were snogging... no, not snogging. What they were doing was beyond snogging; it was what snogging wants to be when it grows up! Their excuse was "trying to promote inter-house relations." Please, like I'm that stupid.

Whoops, I accidentally knocked Hermione over when I sat down. Great, now she's running up and down the aisle screaming, "We're all going to die!" just because I accidentally knocked her ear fony-thingies off. Now everyone's running and screaming.

BANG!

Ouch... Professor McGonagall's got everyone under control. Snape just knocked Hermione out with a spell; he actually looks gleeful about it. I better drag her back to her seat.

11:35 a.m.

It's been fifty-two minutes and thirty-three point four seconds since we've been in the air (I should know, I'm counting). We're nearing our destination, because the Captain just came on over the speakers announcing that it's only ten to fifteen more minutes until we land. I can't wait till... ouch, cramp. Must-walk-it-off.

11:42 a.m.

Harry is such an idiot. I just saw him stuffing extra packs of peanuts down his jeans when he thought no one was looking. I think we're all starting to get cabin fever, but we've only been in the plane for about an hour. And... it's confirmed.

Professor Flitwick just started a conga line with the Hufflepuffs, the Ravenclaws and Professor Sprout. The Slytherins are exchanging costume pieces and making a Lego^TM Hogwarts. Millicent Bulstrode is trading her Cracker Jack hat for Blaise Zabini's leather jacket. Pansy Parkinson is sitting by the window, cackling evilly and putting together a sculpture of a Lego^TM Voldemort. It looks pretty spiffy.

Over here on the Gryffindor side of the plane, we're all starting to get a bit paranoid. Neville is still tossing his cookies, Hermione just woke up screaming (it's all right, Parvati put her ear fony-thingies back on her head), Dean and Seamus are arguing (again) about which sport is better, Football or Quidditch, and Lavender is trying to give herself a magical manicure. Ouch, her pinkie nail just grew about a meter. Good, Professor McGonagall is coming over to help. Gee, McGonagall and I are the only ones not mental in here, aren't we?

Huh, what this? Oh, we're landing. Good, now I can get out of this flying tin can.

12:10 p.m.

Here we are at the baggage claim area, waiting for our things to come through. We're supposed to be discrete, but Parvati's bag just ran away on four legs because Goyle touched it. I think she put an anti-Slytherin charm on it. To quote, "I don't care if I have to fight them all single-handed, I won't let any of those thugs touch my belongings!" Well, what can you say?

12:20 p.m.

We finally managed to get all of our luggage together, although there's a rumor that one of Professor Sprout's bags went missing. It was said to have a baby Mandrake inside it, but I highly doubt these fibs. However, I did see a security guard sleeping on the floor at the terminal entrance... oh well.

We're taking a Portkey to Beuxbatons (the Portkey is a piece of moldy cheese that Snape gave McGonagall, but I do not want to know where he got it). In a week we'll return to this airport to take a plane to London, then we'll use another Portkey to get to Hogwarts (I don't even want to imagine what that one will be). Now all we have to do is survive the trip home...

To be continued?