Rose Granger-Weasley hopped out of the cable car with ease, a sharp contrast to her companion, who peered out of the door before placing a tentative foot on the steps. Rolling her eyes, she yanked on her companion’s elbow. “You’re holding up the line, Scorpius!”
“How do the muggles travel this way? Apparating would be much easier.”
“Right, because suddenly teleporting onto the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge isn’t going to create mass hysteria or anything.”
“Not on the bridge, but we could have apparated near it. Behind a tree or something.”
“Knowing your aim, Scorpius, you’d probably apparate right into the ocean.”
“Ha ha. Why do we have to see this bridge anyway? It’s just—”
“No, it is not just a bridge, my sheltered wizard friend. The Golden Gate Bridge is one of the Wonders of the muggle world!”
“Uh-huh, and you know what else it is? A bridge.”
“Look!” Rose pointed at the orange tip of one of the bridge’s twin towers as it came into view.
Scorpius’ eyes widened. “Ohh.”
© Jade M. Wong
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Word count: 175 exactly!
Haven’t written a fan-fiction in some time, and I’m always in a Harry Potter state of mind.
For anyone confused, “muggles” are non-magic folk and “apparating” is essentially a form of magical teleporting.