Alfred took the lead then, carrying Arthur's bag with complete ease.
"Yeaaah, I'm not really much for that whole sensation. It's kind of gross after you get where you're goin', like someone's tryin' to pull your guts out or somethin'. At any rate, I don't mind public transport! I mean it's not like I can Apparate, and neither can you. So it's either a train or a portkey."
After exiting the train station, the young American looked back at Arthur, slowing his pace enough that they were able to walk side by side more or less.
"Ohhh, or Floo Powder. But I don't like that stuff. I'd rather do the portkey, to be honest. There's nothing more annoying than bein' in a gross fireplace if you ask me."
Which...no one had. But Alfred's opinionated. YOU GOTTA DEAL WITH IT.
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"Yeaaah, I'm not really much for that whole sensation. It's kind of gross after you get where you're goin', like someone's tryin' to pull your guts out or somethin'. At any rate, I don't mind public transport! I mean it's not like I can Apparate, and neither can you. So it's either a train or a portkey."
After exiting the train station, the young American looked back at Arthur, slowing his pace enough that they were able to walk side by side more or less.
"Ohhh, or Floo Powder. But I don't like that stuff. I'd rather do the portkey, to be honest. There's nothing more annoying than bein' in a gross fireplace if you ask me."
Which...no one had. But Alfred's opinionated.
YOU GOTTA DEAL WITH IT.