Underground
Title: Underground
Author: somethingmoo
Rating: PG
Prompt: 6
Word Count: 361
Disclaimer: I own nothin’ and no one. I lament this every day.
Warning: All dialogue.
Summary: But why are we using the Under Round.
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Underground
"Erm, Moony?"
"Yes, Padfoot."
"Why have you got this thing?"
"What thing?"
"It looks like something a kid scribbled, well, more like threw up on."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"This parchment thing. Funny parchment too."
"Oh, that! It’s a map, Sirius."
"Nothing’s moving, Remus."
"It’s a Muggle map."
"I think you’re lying. This is your attempt at art again isn’t it?"
"It’s a map of the London Underground, Sirius."
"Under... I told I wasn’t into that sort of thing, Remus!"
"You’re a real prat, you know. It’s Muggle transportation. It’s how we’re getting to the Order meeting."
"Have you forgotten that we’re wizards? We can Apparate. Fly. Floo. Hell, we can tap dance our way over if it struck our fancy."
"Dumbledore doesn’t want to alert the Ministry to so many people using magic to get to one area."
"Why?"
"Because we don’t know who’s watching, Sirius! We don’t know who we can trust!"
"All right! Untwist your knickers, Moony. Buy why are we using the Under Round?"
"Underground. I volunteered us."
"Why?!"
"Because it’d be the least trouble for us! Technically, we’re closet to Headquarters."
"Then we should Apparate and the others can have nice little adventures getting there! We wouldn’t want to rob them of the opportunities to be like Muggles, Remus."
"That makes absolutely no sense, Sirius. It’ll take us half an hour at most."
"We could use the bike. That’ll take us four minutes."
"I hate that bike."
"I hate you."
"No you don’t."
"Yes I do."
"We’re still using the train."
"The Hogwarts Express?"
"Prat."
"Git."
"Still using the train."
"Why."
"You know, I might just leave you somewhere in Muggle London. Just to see if you can find your way back home."
"Even if I can’t, I’m handsome enough that some dashing bloke will come to my rescue, and then you’ll be sorry, Remus."
"I’ll be sorry that you just compared yourself to a street walker? Well, I suppose I am a bit sorry I’ve got such a cheap boyfriend."
"That makes no sense, Remus."
"Makes all the sense in the world, Sirius."
"I think you’re lying again."
"We’re still taking the train."