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"How the devil did I let you talk me into this?" Lucius's knuckles were whiter than his trademark Malfoy hair.
Why had none of the other party members thought to tell him about this magic muggle pill that would enable them to fall asleep as soon as the jet took off?
"It's fine, Lucius; people fly all the time and land safely at their destinations," Hermione reassured him with a supportive smile. She folded her hand in his as she gazed out the window of the opulent private jet Lucius had purchased, not chartered, for her parent's vow renewal.
"Yes, well. Tell me again, why could we not have just driven in a car?" He whispered irritatingly; gods forbid he should wake anyone up.
"Come now, Lucius, you are one of the smartest men I know. Hawaii is an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean." Hermione shifted to gape at her Husband. "You DO know you cannot drive to an island...Right?"
"Really?" His wide eyes gave her the answer, "I had rather assumed they had a chunnel or something?"
He glanced out the window, presumably looking to see if he could delineate a little chunnel under the cerulean expanse below them. "At least I know a car won't plummet from 30,000 ft. in the air," he mumbled smugly to no one in particular.
Hermione sniggered at his unreasonable fear of flying. For someone so confident, so sure of himself, it was kind of stimulating to see him so exposed. If only there were something she could do to calm his nerves...
"Come with me, Lucius dear; I'm going to introduce you to something else that happens at 30,000 ft. in the air. "