Spending time with the Family

Yawning widely again, Elijah glanced down at Fauve who was swinging back and forth on the balls of her feet. She was bored he could tell and he could also tell that he’d have to get creative if he wanted her to go to sleep. Instead of getting to creative though, Elijah just began to play with her hair, something he liked to do and had no effect on her what so ever. Fauve batted his hands away and he smiled sleepily before looking at Khaat who was as chipper as ever. Clearly she’d been on a coffee high the entire trip where as he’d been flirting with air hostesses. There was a contrast there. She was practical where as he was trying to get some wine. His attempts were futile but she did give Fauve some free junk that the five-year-old was pretty damn pleased with. “You can have when we get to Jess’s house.” Eli said mid-yawn. “I need to sleep for at least twelve hours.” He looked over at Jess and raised his eyebrows. Singapore? Bus ride? This was all getting to much for Elijah so he mumbled, “I call shotgun.” That would surely move the party along a bit wouldn’t it?

Belle took her husband's hand and lead him forward toward Jess and the others who all seemd very eager to get to Jess's house. "I can wait until we get to the house love, I would rather not seperate from our rather large group." She said with a smile.

"Besides I am sure Jess with not strave his neice or nephew." She said turning her attention to her brother in law and giving him a radiant smile.

Andrew was merely annoyed by the sudden reavelation, yet knew Jess was right. Why was is that he had not thought of that before? He forgot his stupidity for the moment and turned his glance back at the mini van. He didn't want to be stuck in their cramped between two or 3 people. He had a small case of claustrophobia and he wouldn't want to risk making it worse. "I'll just apparate back and get my broom," he said quickly apparating away in a smoke of dust.

He returned a few seconds later, with his broomstick, a Firebolt, in his right hand. He didn't care for anyone staring, as they knew he was probably just some person working around the area and was forced to sweep the front. Ignorance is bliss. "So I'll just follow you guys," he declared "I uhh...can't handle small vehicles like that. So just lead the way, and I'll probably be inside the house before you can even stop at the driveway."

Mariana yawned loudly covering her mouth. Even if she liked geography she would prefer not to discuss it now when she was half asleep. "As far as i know Singapour is north from Australia. Just up there behind the northern border. And i hardly doubt you need 8 hours from there." she finally said not sure why was this important right now. "I can sit anywhere i don't give it much importance. I'll probably fall asleep on the closest shoulder to even remember it." she said slowly before she yawned again covering her mouth again.

Her eyes narrowed at Andrew who just dissappeared and reappeared again. "You can't do that here. What if somebody saw you?" she said with a motherly voice though rather paranoic. "Will you just get into the mini-van or are we going to stand here forever?" she finally asked wondering whether to grab Andrew's broomstick or he would have sense enough not to fly in the middle of the city.

(Um I have nothing to do can I post here)

OOC: I have no objections. Seems to be an open thread. BTW, Andrew, you can't apparate from Australia to England and back. Too far. Needs a portkey. Just fyi for future reference.

Khaat could hardly restrain a giggle at Mari's sudden impulse to snatch Andrew's broom away from him. Well, if he had shot that Firebolt through the city, that might have proven interesting. The way she figured it, it would cause a scandal in Australia, really tick off the Australian magic authorities, cause an international incident between the Australian and English wizarding authorities, and most likely maker her job and Matt's at the Ministry a bit sticky for a bit. Hmm. And what would Matt have to say about the Chief Warlock allowing some student fly around on a broom in a foreign country just because it sounded like it might be politically interesting? Well, and then of course there would be all the Australian muggles to obliterate. Nah. She would resist the urge to be passive aggressive and rethink that.

"Stick that bloody broom in the van, please, Andrew," Khaat finally laughed, "And please rethink about apparating out in the open in someplace so full of muggles as an airport. I really don't want to spend this holiday explaining this to angry Ministry officials." She and Brian were tired of everyone standing around the van waiting for someone to get in. At this rate, they would spend the whole holiday at the airport. The two of them got into the van, clear at the back, in order to give everyone else more room and to hopefully get the van on the road.

Andrew swore multiple times in his head, to try and help restrain his anger. Why was it that everyone underestimted him? He wasn't going to cause anything scandelous, plus he could go invisible and not been seen by any wizards nor muggles. If anyone saw a random flying broomstick in the air, it would probably just be passed off as some stupid story. Or at least he thought. Reluctantly, he nodded and set the broom in the trunk.

The 16 year old then quickly rushed to the passenger seat door, swung it open and sat down, already feeling odd. He could handle 1 or 2 people in a van at a time, but just having the thoughts of 8 people in it made him sick to the stomach. Then he wondered curiously how he had aquired his claustrophobia. Probably from one of the battles that may have caused tramua or something. "Let's go!" he said

Belle placed a comferting hand on Andrew's shoulder as she climbed in and gave him a radiant smile. "It will be over before you know it, just keep your breathing steady and focus on something else. If you start to panic one of us will gladly help you Andrew."

Mariana looked as passengers have finally started to enter the van so she rushed to the other side and took a seat right behind driver's seat next to Khaat who was closest to her. She liked to have a clear view of the road. "Well if you hit somebody or someone it won't be pretty because we would spend whole Australian holiday explaining that to the Australian Ministry which will lead us to what i like to call fiasco of holiday." she said pretty fast for someone that was about to close eyes and fall asleep like a broken piece of wood.

"Will you just get into the van everyone else? If i wanted a holiday on the airport i would have stayed in England." she said sarcasticlly though not rude. Her eyes were now pinpointed to the road ahead of them that was empty and needed someone to start driving over it.

((Speeding this up, excuse godmode))
Jess laughed at their bickering and watched as they all piled, literally, into the mini-van. "It's enchanted," he said, climbing into the Driver's seat, and turning around, looking at all the room they had, what looked like an average mini-van on the outside had, using the wonders of magic, been transfigured into something much, much bigger. "Buckle up," he said calmly, before driving forward through the streets of Sydney.

He drove over the Harbour Bridge and noticed a few sleepers in the back seat, and chuckled, before flooring it.

Soon enough they arrived at his house, and he drove into the garage, closing the door behind them before turning on the lights. "We're home, everyone," he shouted into the back, watching the sleepy-heads stir. "What's mine is yours, go in, make yourselves comfortable, and have a good sleep, tomorrow will be a big day," he told them, remotely opening the boot so all their luggage could be accessed. "There's 4 bedrooms, and if there's not enough beds, just conjure one," he said sleepily, yawning himself.