Meanwhile, Snape stepped off the plane with a livid expression. Muggle transportation had made him nauseous the entire way, especially the violent turbulence—they were worse than any Key to the Door he had ever encountered.
"Relax, Severus. Wasn't it an interesting experience?"
Su Ming wore a gaudy short-sleeved shirt as he walked beside Snape. He looked as though he had come from Hawaii rather than the United Kingdom.
Snape was wearing a suit as well, something he rarely did. His hair, however, still looked greasy. He forced a few words through clenched teeth.
"Why?"
"Are you asking why we took a plane instead of a ship?" Su Ming raised one eyebrow and gave him a look as though he were an idiot. "Obviously, it's because the Floo Networks in the United States and the United Kingdom aren't connected, and flying is faster than sailing. I don't want to drift across the Atlantic Ocean for days while risking an iceberg on the northern route."
Amid the bustling crowd, Snape looked around and lowered his voice. "I know you have a flying carpet. I'm asking why we didn't take that."
"You..." Su Ming sighed. Since neither of them had luggage, they quickly left the stream of people behind. "If you don't even understand how Muggles live, how can you make Muggles fall in love with you?"
Snape's expression grew even uglier. Wrinkles appeared around his hooked nose, squeezing his entire face together as he stopped where he stood.
"You promised you wouldn't bring that up again."
"Yes, yes, that was the condition we agreed on. But I think that wherever you fall, you should get back up there." Deathstroke turned back, slung an arm around his shoulders, and dragged him toward the Kennedy Airport terminal exit. "Next, we need to apply for