We drove into town with mom driving and me in the back seat. Dad had his face pressed agast the window. "Why do we have to do these muggle things? Arn't there Magical theripists?" He asked. "Well there are, but we thought it would be better" Mom said. "And plaus they wouldn't know Fred so it would be easier" Dad started to cry, his tears falling aganst the window like light rain."Mom you just ran a red light!" I said noticing the honking cars. "Oh so that's what that was all about!" mom said.