Fabian Prewett, Gideon Prewett, and James Potter; being mechanics.
“James, are you sure they won’t miss these?”
“Yeah, yeah, of course! I mean, they were just laying there on the side, weren’t they? Looks abandoned to me.”
“I’d much rather a broom.”
“Yeah, Gid, I know. Don’t even know how to start these bloody things, but if we’re any later the girls are going to kill us! Oi, Fab! Fab! Hop to it, mate!”
“I’m hopping, I’m hopping! It’s not working though!”
“Rubbish! The muggle said we had to jump start it! Keep jumping, it’ll work sooner or later!”
Taken by an anxious Remus Lupin, who had been assigned ‘lookout’ for the cops.
He was arrogant. She was kind.
He was loud. She was quiet.
He loved the night. She loved the day.
He liked to fly free. She liked to stay grounded.
He made everything so complicated to her.
She made everything so simple to him.
It was an odd match, but maybe it worked.
Is our secret safe tonight?
And are we out of sight?
Or will our world come tumbling down?