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27 August 2009 @ 10:19 pm
22. Finally  
I hate muggle travel methods. Hate them.... But you know what I hate more? Magical travel methods. Or more specifically, the people who operate them. I'm sixteen years old, and look like I could be over eighteen (I love being tall), yet the woman at the floo station claimed I couldn't use the damn fireplace without parental supervision.

Now, normally I wouldn't have a problem with this, it means she was doing her job, and all that. But when said witch won't take your word for it that your parents are dead and your guardian is technically a ghost, and she insists upon contacting the Chicago white council for confirmation that I have permission for international travel, things tend to get froggy.

End point: I'm back in the country, and Morgan isn't happy at being called to the international travel station at four o'clock in the morning.

Current Location: Leaky Cauldron
Current Mood: thankfulthankful
Shirt of the Day: Happy Cat Ran Out of Happy
Shin Sawadaakaj1sh1 on August 29th, 2009 03:10 am (UTC)
Sucks, doesn't it? Europe's a bit more open about international travel what with the Euro and all that, but in America? I thought they were more progressive about things.

Guess that even in the magical community, they gotta do heavy background checks in America.
Harry Dresden: Incognitostage_wizard on August 30th, 2009 05:47 am (UTC)
Tell me about it. Don't get me wrong, the muggle side is fine with international travel, and normally the magical side is too. There's just a bit of a complication going on where-in the head of the American wizards council wants me dead every other week.
Shin Sawada: Pensive/Considering/Hmm.../Wait--what?akaj1sh1 on August 30th, 2009 11:22 pm (UTC)
O...kay. That sounds a bit odd, to say the least. I mean, by Merlin, people want you dead? What the hell is wrong with them?
Harry Dresden: Grinstage_wizard on September 4th, 2009 08:23 pm (UTC)
Everything, my friend, everything is wrong with them. I blame the coffee.