Tempest // Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 80

Sebastian decided rather quickly he didn't like planes.

It reminded him too much of flying on a broom. And landing in the Black Lake.

God, he hoped the plane didn't do the same.

But, with a 6-month-pregnant wife and travelling via Portkey severely under researched, he decided the best way for Sebastian and Rosie to get to Italy to finally have their honeymoon was muggle transport.

Rosie had flown before as a child. In fact, her father preferred it (though now she understood it was so he couldn't be traced).

So while Rosie sat there, enjoying the freedom and having to switch off her phone, do nothing but watch movies and relax, Sebastian was distressed.

"What was that?" He'd ask at every bump, thump, noise and that was before they had even left the tarmac at London Gatwick.

"First time, sweetie?" A very cheery and quite pretty flight attendant asked Sebastian, noticing his sweaty and flushed complexion, his foot tapping up and down on the floor.

"In a plane? Y–yeah." Sebastian stuttered in response.

"So... you've flown before but... not in a plane?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes!" Rosie interjected, "In a helicopter on holiday. But he'll be okay."

The flight attendant nodded and offered Sebastian a cup of cool water and a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

"You're a fucking twat, you know that?" Rosie grumbled.

Sebastian shot Rosie a hurt look as he sipped the water, "What am I supposed to say!?"

"You say yes then shut up and be quiet." Rosie hissed.

Sebastian did have to admit being surrounded by so many muggles at once was overwhelming.

He squirmed in his seat, trying to ignore the very annoying hum of the plane engines and the occasional jolt that made him grip the armrests or Rosie's arm or whatever was in reach.

"Maybe this was a mistake," he mumbled to himself.

Rosie, who'd been half asleep, opened one eye and glanced at him, "Too late now. Besides, we're almost there and you're doing great."

Sebastian offered her a grunt in reply.

He listened to the sounds of a baby crying a few rows ahead of him, wishing that it was also socially acceptable for him to cry on a plane too.

"Are we supposed to feel this much movement?" he asked quietly.

"It's just turbulence, little pockets of air in the sky." she reassured him. "Planes are designed to handle this. Just breathe."

Sebastian tried. He tried hard to breathe. But every bump, jump and jolt had him cringing and holding onto air.

The descent into Florence was much welcomed by Sebastian, who found himself relaxing with each piece of ground he could see approaching.

But once they'd been through the tedious process of security and baggage claim with Sebastian's altered passport that took months of negotiating with the Ministry of Magic and the Prime Minister to change his date of birth legally to ensure the Wizarding World was a secret, he found that the trip was almost worth it.

The Callahan's Italian estate was in quite a secluded little town next to Lake Bilancino, clearly where Rosie had picked up her rowing skills.

The home was modest, which confused Sebastian a great deal. Until Rosie explained that the home held enchantments like Hogwarts. To a muggle, or even a witch or wizard, it appeared small, like it fit right in until they got closer.