I don't know what I  was expecting when this damned bus took off, but I should have known it would be a rough ride. Used to this personally, I turn to Bridget. To say she is having a rough time would be something of an understatement. She is being thrown around like a ping pong ball, and for a moment I'm actually worried she might get hurt. But she quickly manages to brace herself. Well...more or less. I can't help myself, the look of pure horror on her face as the bus shifts and turns, stops then accelerates at seemingly mach speeds, I start to laugh. I know I looked the same way the first time I rode, but it was funny to see it for mysef.

When the bus finally stops, we lurch farward before jerking back. [b]"Merlin's beard, what the sodding [i]hell[/i] is wrong with this driver?"[/b] I exclaim as I hop off the bus. I see Bridget run for the nearest trash. [b]"Hey what's wro--oh. Ohhh no. That's just. Ohhh,"[/b] I say, turning my head away as I hear her lose about 10 pounds of vomit. [i]"Thank you SO much for that experience. I will never do that again,"[/i] she says to me. I shrug my shoulders in response. [b]"Well, I mean, you get used to it you know."[/b] I grin mischievously and follow her into the Leaky Cauldron.

I listen to her ask for two rooms, and arch an eyebrow in surprise when we are told he only has one. I go to look at Bridget, but she seems to be avoiding my gaze. My own face reddens at the thought of sharing a room with her. Not that I don't like her, but...sharing a room? For 2 weeks? Well. This will certainly be interesting. As she storms off, I follow, unsure of what, exactly, to say to her. If anything.

When we get to our room, I can only hope that there's no Boggarts hiding out in the closet or something. Place looks shoddy enough to have one lying around. At least there's two beds though. I strategically go to the bed that Bridget DOESN'T toss her things on, and sit down, gazing at her for a moment.

[i]"Well...that didn't go as expected," [/i] I hear her say in a rather low voice. I nod, slightly. [b]"Yeah, no, not quite. So um. These contacts of yours...I take it we don't exactly want to be meeting them after dark, am I right?"[/b] In truth, I'm just trying to spark some sort of conversation to mask the awkwardness I am feeling right now.