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Zacharias Smith (unspeakableness) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I can promise it isn't your grandmum's cooking; just mine. Spaghetti and meatballs specifically," he said, having decided to make something he knew she liked. He didn't know if she'd eaten or not yet, but he knew that, sometimes, a favourite meal could go a long way after a stressful situation. And it sounded like her trip with her parents had been a particularly stressful situation.

Zacharias looked over at her bags as he listened. He didn't understand how Muggles could stand traveling the way they did, and he was grateful that he was a wizard. He didn't have to deal with airports, and he could fly on his own without having to schedule it. Though, if he were honest, he was curious what an airport looked like. He just wasn't sure visiting one would be worth the slowness or the apparent inability to take a lot with you. Then again, he was a wizard. He could make his bags carry as much or as little as he wanted.

"How much stuff did you pack?" he asked, wondering about the need to make them a manageable size, since he was thinking about the size of luggage anyway.