Sophie and Heath
Sophie and Heath made their way through customs, having already filled out appropraite documentation for the many weapons they were taking with them. The stakes Sophie had explained quickly were for cricket. While she'd gotten some weird looks, the excuse had been accepted and all their bags were en route to the plane.
"LA, LA, LA!" Sophie sang to herself. "Hanson! Whoo!"
"They can't sing," Heath said stubbornly.
"Can too!"
"Can't."
"Can too!" Sophie punched him on the arm.
"OW! Ok, they can sing." Silence for a moment. "Can't play their bloody instruments!"
"Can too!"
"Can't."
"Can bloody well too, Snuffles!"
"Can't, can't, can't, Prongs."
"Bad, bad dog!" Sophie slapped him upside the head.
"OW!"
"Bad Padfoot. Be nice about Hanson."
"Not gonna happen." Heath smiled at her, then did the automatic check for Sammy. Before remembering she wasn't there. His shoulders went down in depression. Sophie caught his look and put her arm around his waist leaning into his side.
"We're getting away from...everything."
"Not everything." Heath shrugged.
"Well, there are still demons on LA."
"Yeah..."
"And I'm still a Slayer."
And if you weren't, Samantha might be alive. "Destiny and all that."
"Struth, it sucks."
"Yeah." The two friends walked to their gate, and offered their tickets to the stewardess. Soon, they were on the plane. Sophie sat in the window seat.
"Going to see Haaaaansssoooooon!" She bounced excitedly.
"Yay." Heath rolled his eyes as he sat down next to her.
"Hanson! Yay!"