"Nope. Those are things you pay other people to drive," she said. It boggled her mind a bit, as always, that the wizarding world was so insular; it was easy to forget that as a child, she hadn't been fully conversant either. She led him down the street and over to where the motorcycle was parked. There were two helmets, since Alexander refused to be responsible for someone else knocking themselves out.
"Alex said we could borrow it for the evening. I'm a good driver," she told him reassuringly.
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