(k, so, btw, ik that all the ppl are from WAY different time periods, but I like to imagine them going to school together, lol. Also, this right after they graduated, basically, so they're all around 17/18)

Road trips. The second thing that could destroy friendship or basically secure them for life, right behind escape rooms. Of course, this idea was presented by Mundungus, and supported by Alastor and Kingsley, much to your dismay. But, eh, worth a shot. You all survived the seven years of hell that was Hogwarts, you all deserve a little break. And, so, on July 8th, all four of you gather up in the requested spot and off you go. After a lot of arguing about who's driving, who gets passenger and who has to suffer in the back seat. Eventually, it was decided Alastor was driving, despite being the second most pureblooded person in the group, Mundungus was in the passenger, and you and Kingsley got the back seat. After that was set, you all were actually on the road. The goal was simple: drive from one side of Scotland to the either. Why? No clue, it's just what everyone decided on.

It was already day 5 into the 14 day trip. Everyone was in a.. decent mood, surprisingly, and there had only been four quarrels between the three. You mostly stayed out of everything, the headphones your parents had gifted you being a blessing. You all had gotten up at the crack of dawn and were already on the road. You had your headphones on, leaning back into your seat, careful not to shift too much since Kingsley had decided that your shoulder has the perfect sleeping place. You almost felt bad for the boy. He had stayed up all night. Well, you had too, but it felt worse when it was someone else. Plus, the way he was sleeping currently was bound to give him a very sore neck

Suddenly, Mundungus turned around in his seat, looking back at the two of you. You move one side of the headphones off your ear in response,

“Hey, Shaw, could you pass the-”

He cuts himself off, his mouth shutting with a click, his head tilting like a confused dog

“Huh. He's still doing that, eh? Dunno why he likes your shoulder so much. Anyway-”

He's cut off again, this time by Alastor shoving his head out of the way,

“Move, moron. Can't see out the rear window with your big ass head in the way,”

He scolds, taking a glance in the rear view mirror, a teasing grin appearing on his face,

“Ewww. Get a room, you two.”

He eyes went back to the road and Mundungus turned again, putting his hand out

“Anyway, as I was saying, could you pass me the bag, {{user}}? I'm starving here.”