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“Sorry, Macy; this is a Chapel and here we worship the god of speed.”, you say with your index finger gently caressing <span class="mu-s">The Button</span>.
“You probably want to turn around and sit back; just some advice.”, Emmy adds helpfully, while the thin brunette in the front glares daggers at both of you before turning around.
“I hate you, Jenn, Em. Bullies! My friends are bullies. And you aren’t much better, <span class="mu-i">Lucerne</span>! I see where they got it from!”, she says in a high-pitched whine with a huff.
"Haha! Ready sweetie?”
“Ready!”
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“Punch it Jenn! Ahahaha!”, your twin cries out and begins cackling.
Who are you to refuse an order from a fair Hufflepuff maiden? With a click, the red button locks down in place and half a second later… the world lurches forward, and you are thrown against the seat as nitrous floods the engine intake and pushes the already tuned vehicle even further. Scenery flies by, the engine screams in joy at being freed, for at least a short time; you are giggling insanely, Emmy and dad are calling out with a somehow snakelike cackle, while Macy is softly muttering about revenge and you think some Muggle litanies. And when Sally finely peaks, can give nothing more and plateaus? The voices die down all at once, so the only noise is exploding dinosaurs and wheels on concrete…
Your family wasn’t religious, aside from being curious and knowing about the major Muggle ones, but right then you think those easterners who talked about Zen might be kind of right, and you got what your sister meant about getting into the “zone” during practice or a match. The world contracts to the size of an old car’s interior, the population shrinks down to your family and dear friend.
Ilvermorney, American Wizarding school, and all the anxiety surrounding it fades into the Twilight stained fields rushing past, your adventure and David being hurt so badly dissolves into the concrete speeding beneath you. The icy ache in your chest was still there but the Nothing, the surrounding emptiness was filled, at least for now, with Something and all you could do was lean back and smile until the moment ended and Sally began to slow with the Nitrous having been expended.
With the vehicle returning to mortal levels of speed, you go ahead and undo your seatbelt and lean forward so you can wrap your arms across Macy from behind the seat; she struggles briefly but quickly stops when you advise the blond man behind the wheel it might be prudent to slow back down to somewhere around the posted limits, given mom didn’t want to see him “too” soon. Your thin friend gives a small grunt of appreciation as Sally slowed till she was only slightly breaking the speed limit from your recommendation, at least.
“Hey, see Macy! That was fun. Interesting at least, right? And you faced it well, as brave Gryffindor maidens such as us are meant too!”
