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.
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.