Lucky

Lads on Tour

The July of their first summer as adults, the gang decided to follow the stupidest of all British traditions - The 'Lads On Tour'.

        "What does that even mean?" Harry asked incredulously, as he helped Morgana levitate her heavy suitcase downstairs.

       "Lads on tour?" Morgana thought for a moment. "It's just sort of a saying. You know, like when a group of young people go on holiday together.. usually young men, but we're all going. It's a British tradition Harry, just trust me. I swear, it'll be responsible, and stuff."

         Harry looked sceptical. "Ginny?" He called as they reached the bottom of the stairs.

        "Yes?" Ginny poked her head round the kitchen door.

        "What's 'Lads on Tour'?" He inquired. "Morgana says she's doing it."

      Oh no.

        Ginny's eyes narrowed and she placed her hands on her hips. "Oh is she now?"

          Morgana flushed bright red.

         Harry looked between the two of them, an anxious expression on his face. "What exactly is it, Gin? What does it mean?"

       "She means she's going clubbing in Magaluf!" Ginny cried.

       "Magaluf!" Harry looked as if he might faint. "Clubbing?"

       "Oh come on Ginny, that's a bit of a generalisation," Morgana laughed.

        "Ok then, where are you going?"

     Morgana flushed a deeper crimson. "Magaluf. But we're going to do other stuff."

       Ginny shook her head. "Honestly. Look, we can't stop her going, Harry," she interjected at the look on her husband's face. "But Morgana. You have to promise us you'll be safe, and call us every day, or I swear I will apparate to Majorca and drag your ass home."

        "I'm not going to Majorca, Ginny, I'm going to Magaluf!" Morgana rolled her eyes.

         Ginny looked horrified. "Oh Merlin, she's going to die!" She whispered melodramatically. "And this is why they should teach geography at Hogwarts."

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           Gatwick airport was a bustling metal jungle, even at five in the morning, and Ginny hadn't let go of Morgana's shoulder since they walked through the door. Harry was lugging the heavy case along behind them, and James was trying to 'help' by pushing it, while Albus rubbed his eyes tiredly and Lily clutched Morgana's hand.

         Ginny was terribly flustered, pushing strands of fiery hair out of her eyes as she careened through crowds of muggles. "Honestly, Morgana, why didn't you just floo in, or use a portkey? It would've been so much quicker and easier. And cheaper."

         "We wanted to do everything the muggle way, Ginny, right from the offset. Get away from magic for awhile," Morgana explained. "Wands aren't to be brought out unless it's an emergency."

       "Well, just make sure you use it responsibly if there is an emergency. And make sure to keep within the statute. But also use magic if you need to, if you were a muggle I don't think I'd let you go off abroad on your own. It can be dangerous. Just - I don't mean to sound like a square, but be careful. Stay safe."

      "Yes mum," Morgana laughed. "It'll be fine, Gin, don't worry. We've all got each other, and we're going to stick together. Emma's there, so we're all more than safe."