>>6100017“Alright, honey, last time I check that death trap you call a car only has four seats, so I am just going to Apparate back home. Get started on dinner, get another plate out, fix a room for Macy. See you soon. Not <span class="mu-i">too</span> so, understand? Don’t scare our daughters’ friend with your driving?”, your mom says before planting a long kiss on her husband’s lips as he bends down so she can reach him and then breaking off, Apparating away with a dry pop once he agrees to be safe.
“Alright girls. Ready?”, daddy says, and with a flick of his wand levitates all of your trunks. “Just pretend like you are carrying them. I parked close so not too much of a walk.”
So, the 4 of you exited the station and a short walk pretending to carry trunks far too large for teen girls to be able to manage later, there She was, your daddy’s third child; a ’67 Ford Mustang he had lovingly restored and upgraded for the last 16 years, black with a silver racing stripe shining in the evening light. The secondary colors of his and moms old house, because daddy was a dork…
“Ohhh wow. Cool car. But, ah, I don’t think all our stuff will fit.”, Macy says softly.
“No? Here, let’s see.”, daddy responds, with a smile while opening the trunk. “Go on, young lady, put your things in the back.”
The trunk is obviously far too small yet when your friend begins to try and find a way to fit her luggage in… the trunk just seems to…swallow it up.
“Oh! And expanding Charm! Awesome!”
“Indeed. Made a few modifications to Sally over the years, heh. Also, you have seen nothing and this is a completely mundane vehicle; don’t need Weasley on my case when his car literally flies. Anyway, chop chop, I’m starving and can’t wait to get home to dinner.”
“Uhg, Em, look at daddy. So proud of impressing our friend you’d think he just invented a new spell or something.”
“Yeah, Jenn. Really needs a new hobby, heh.”, your sister adds, though there is no real animosity and both of you are smiling as well while you load your own trunks in the expanding space.
“What’s wrong with making a beautiful young lady smile?! And I have plenty of hobbies!”, he says in mock outrage, crossing his arms while Macy turns beet red at the compliment; daddy was rather handsome after all…
“Eww, gross dad! She’s 14! Our friends are off limits! Lecher, pervert!”, Emmy yells and steps in front of the blushing brunette protectively.
“And I’m married to the most wonderful woman alive; nothing wrong with stating facts however, and Miss Wright is sure to break a lot of hearts when she gets a bit older. Almost as many as my gorgeous daughters, ha!”
“Uhg. Gonna be a loooong couple of weeks isn’t it, Jenn?”
“Yep. Oh well. Anyway, Macy, do you want to ride up front with daddy? Get the full Sanders driving experience?”, you ask while exchanging a knowing look with your grinning mirror image of a twin.
“Oh, um, sure. Thanks. Also, thank so much, Mr. S-ah, Lucerne.”
