Bellamort : A Tropical Vacation!

Plane Ride From Hell.

Bellatrix and Voldemort were nearly the first to board their plane. The two were somewhat excited, but slightly nervous. Being inclosed with so many muggles on such a small space made Voldemort nervous.

"Right here, this is our seats Tom, do you want the window seat?" She asked.

"No, no you take it." He said letting her sit first, trying to be a gentlemen.

"What if someone sits next to me? What if they ask me about my nose again." He complained.

"Bloody hell, do you want to switch seats Tom?" She said annoyed.

"No, I'll be fine. You stay there." He said innocently.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes and continued to gaze out the window. Suddenly, a mother and her three year old son were approaching them.

"Hello, this is Tony, say hi Tony." The mother said in a sweet voice while sitting Tony down next to Voldemort.

"No!" He yelled.

Voldemort looked at the mother and her child with disgust, he leaned over to Bellatrix and whispered. "Switch me. Switch me."

"No! Too late now. It will look rude." She whispered back.

"He's staring at me, make it stop." He whispered to Bellatrix with fear.

"Just be nice, he doesn't bite." She chuckled.

"I have to use the washroom, excuse me." Voldemort said while getting up and shimmying his way to the aisle.

He walked to the front of the plane, assuming that's where the washrooms were located. He soon discovered, first class. First class had luxury individual booths you could sit in and much more leg room.

"Sir, you can't be up here." The flight attendant said kindly to him. "I'd be happy to show you back to your seat."

"No no, my wife and I belong up here. You see there this awful creature sitting next to me and it smells of all kinds of things. So if you could kindly fetch my wife and bring her up here, that would be great." Voldemort said while walking to one of the empty booths.

"No sir, you have to sit in your assigned seating. This is first class, you need a ticket to sit here." She explained to him.

"Well, can't you trade my ticket in?" He complained. Voldemort suddenly notice all the snacks in the booth he was siting in. "How come we don't get snacks in the back of the plane? Is it because I have no nose?" He yelled while getting up to leave.

After he found the washrooms he made his way back to the seat.

"Bellatrix, there's a whole new world up there in first class, they have snacks and drinks. Why can't we sit up there? He whined to her.

"Sorry, I didn't know. On our way back we can arrange to sit up there. Buckle up, we're taking off soon." She said to him.

Voldemort fastened his seatbelt and looked down at the child next to him. He decided to be kind and gave him a smile, which startled the child. Tony began to cry.

"Jesus Christ, make it stop." He groaned.

"Sorry, he must be teething. Shh Tony, it's ok." The mother said, putting a soother in his mouth.

Voldemort was overwhelmed by all the muggles around him, and just when things couldn't get worse a child behind him kept kicking his seat. It was driving him bonkers, he nearly snapped.