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CHECK. ENGINE. SOON.
Arthur squinted at the dash. That couldn't bode well.
It didn't; the car coughed white smoke from its bonnet and stopped almost immediately thereafter.
He sighed; he knew how driving an automobile worked, but "Reparo!" wasn't working.
His parents had warned him fooling with Muggle devices was a dodgy prospect; he'd so wanted to impress Molly.
Car or no car, he was going to see Molly tonight. He left the Anglia at the roadside and took off at a brisk jog.
His composure held until it began to rain.
He screamed in frustration as a passing Muggle-motorist splashed him.