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OsoI don't know what I was expecting when this damned bus took off, but I should have known it would be a rough ride. Used to this personally, I turn to Bridget. To say she is having a rough time would be something of an understatement. She is being thrown around like a ping pong ball, and for a moment I'm actually worried she might get hurt. But she quickly manages to brace herself. Well...more or less. I can't help myself, the look of pure horror on her face as the bus shifts and turns, stops then accelerates at seemingly mach speeds, I start to laugh. I know I looked the same way the first time I rode, but it was funny to see it for mysef.
When the bus finally stops, we lurch farward before jerking back. "Merlin's beard, what the sodding hell is wrong with this driver?" I exclaim as I hop off the bus. I see Bridget run for the nearest trash. "Hey what's wro--oh. Ohhh no. That's just. Ohhh," I say, turning my head away as I hear her lose about 10 pounds of vomit. "Thank you SO much for that experience. I will never do that again," she says to me. I shrug my shoulders in response. "Well, I mean, you get used to it you know." I grin mischievously and follow her into the Leaky Cauldron.
I listen to her ask for two rooms, and arch an eyebrow in surprise when we are told he only has one. I go to look at Bridget, but she seems to be avoiding my gaze. My own face reddens at the thought of sharing a room with her. Not that I don't like her, but...sharing a room? For 2 weeks? Well. This will certainly be interesting. As she storms off, I follow, unsure of what, exactly, to say to her. If anything.
When we get to our room, I can only hope that there's no Boggarts hiding out in the closet or something. Place looks shoddy enough to have one lying around. At least there's two beds though. I strategically go to the bed that Bridget DOESN'T toss her things on, and sit down, gazing at her for a moment.
"Well...that didn't go as expected," I hear her say in a rather low voice. I nod, slightly. "Yeah, no, not quite. So um. These contacts of yours...I take it we don't exactly want to be meeting them after dark, am I right?" In truth, I'm just trying to spark some sort of conversation to mask the awkwardness I am feeling right now.
When the bus finally stops, we lurch farward before jerking back. "Merlin's beard, what the sodding hell is wrong with this driver?" I exclaim as I hop off the bus. I see Bridget run for the nearest trash. "Hey what's wro--oh. Ohhh no. That's just. Ohhh," I say, turning my head away as I hear her lose about 10 pounds of vomit. "Thank you SO much for that experience. I will never do that again," she says to me. I shrug my shoulders in response. "Well, I mean, you get used to it you know." I grin mischievously and follow her into the Leaky Cauldron.
I listen to her ask for two rooms, and arch an eyebrow in surprise when we are told he only has one. I go to look at Bridget, but she seems to be avoiding my gaze. My own face reddens at the thought of sharing a room with her. Not that I don't like her, but...sharing a room? For 2 weeks? Well. This will certainly be interesting. As she storms off, I follow, unsure of what, exactly, to say to her. If anything.
When we get to our room, I can only hope that there's no Boggarts hiding out in the closet or something. Place looks shoddy enough to have one lying around. At least there's two beds though. I strategically go to the bed that Bridget DOESN'T toss her things on, and sit down, gazing at her for a moment.
"Well...that didn't go as expected," I hear her say in a rather low voice. I nod, slightly. "Yeah, no, not quite. So um. These contacts of yours...I take it we don't exactly want to be meeting them after dark, am I right?" In truth, I'm just trying to spark some sort of conversation to mask the awkwardness I am feeling right now.
