Airi absolutely hated Portkey travel, and she generally did her best to avoid it at all costs, not just because it left her feeling nauseous, but because it left her with a splitting headache. "Ughh, it's too early for this," Airi said, taking deep breaths to avoid being sick all over herself.

After taking a breather and getting back her balance, Airi was able to take a look around and take in her surroundings. London? Well, she hadn't been expecting that, but than she hadn't known what to expect. "Trafalgar Square, Neddy did good," Airi said, smiling despite her anger and frustration at the sight of the sprawling square.

And then Victor was once again forcibly dragging her (something she was just going to have to get used to, it seemed), and she couldn't help notching the odd looks their behavior was attracting. "Victor, slow down, people are staring," Airi said, trying to alert him to the concerned stares coming from the people around them.


"Oh, funny i always forget Muggle studies is a thing," Ned said with a slight frown. He himself had never taken Muggle studies, not because he wasn't curious or thought it a waste of time, it was that Ned spent fifty percent of his time in the summer with Muggles, dealing with Muggle business and he didn't need to learn about them, 'cause he already knew.

"Yes, Vianna, but I thought maybe you knew a number," Ned chuckled, leaning against the phone box and watching as Vianna dialed in a random sequence of numbers. Of course the girl's first thought on picking up a phone was to start cranking people. He shouldn't have expected anything else.

"Oh, oh! Tell them they'll die in seven days!" Ned suggested, jumping right into the silliness without a second thought.