It’s out of context lol but um yeah:
Four hours later, we were boarding a plane, United flight 3791, New Jersey to San Francisco. Getting through security had been a nightmare, what with Emlyn and Liia touching everything, Tracy asking a TSA agent where to find the library, and Walt and Wyatt refusing to follow any rule whatsoever, thus setting off about seven metal detectors. Thank goodness we didn’t have any luggage.
“Alright, Tracy, Emlyn, Liia, you sit there,” I instructed, pointing to their assigned seats. “And for heaven’s sake, don’t conjure anything.”
My, Walt, and Wyatt’s seats were directly across from them. “You two, window and middle. I’m taking the aisle,” I said. They actually listened for once, sitting down quietly and following my instructions.
I watched the steady stream of passengers board, examining them and their bags as subtly as I could. These wizards are making me more paranoid by the minute.
All of the passengers looked normal, but one caught my eye. She was dressed well enough, in a businesslike dress, but her face looked withered and her hair matted, though she struck me as no older than thirty.
She sat two rows behind me, and when the flight attendant came by to ask her if she’d like anything to drink before takeoff, the woman rasped, “No thank yo— yes, a whiskey—if I must, a club soda plea— whiskey, on ice,” her voice jarringly uneven.
“Uh…. of course, ma’am. Um…. are you aware that you’ll be charged $5.99 for the whiskey?” the flight attendant answered nervously.
“How dare you charge me fo— of course, that’s fine, than—r my drink!” the woman grated out.
Odd, I thought. Multiple personality disorder?
“Hey, Walt, Wyatt,” I whispered, turning to them. “Did you see that woman behind us?” I got no answer from either of them, as Walt was playing with the window shade and Wyatt was leaning over Walt to assist him.
I sighed, leaning back in my seat. “Guess not.”
They’re not actually wizards but my main character is sarcastic so
