"I did in the States--" Elizabeth yelps in surprise as some spell hits the bike and the protective charm dangling off the throttle shatters and the attack fizzles harmlessly. She revs the engine and peels out the second she feels Mr. Norrell's hand on her shoulder.
"--but my appointment for the practical test isn't until next Tuesday!"
It's surprisingly speedy, considering there's a woman and a full grown man on the tiny vehicle-- she's definitely riding over 28 miles per hour. A Vespa wasn't just a Vespa if it was taken apart and put back together by a particularly clever witch. It's totally illegal of course, but what else was she supposed to do when the politics in the city were more dangerous than she'd originally been warned of?
"Hang on!" she warns before taking a sharp turn down a side street behind a pub. "Songbird can't outrun a coven on speed alone, we need another plan."
OH GOD? D8
"--but my appointment for the practical test isn't until next Tuesday!"
It's surprisingly speedy, considering there's a woman and a full grown man on the tiny vehicle-- she's definitely riding over 28 miles per hour. A Vespa wasn't just a Vespa if it was taken apart and put back together by a particularly clever witch. It's totally illegal of course, but what else was she supposed to do when the politics in the city were more dangerous than she'd originally been warned of?
"Hang on!" she warns before taking a sharp turn down a side street behind a pub. "Songbird can't outrun a coven on speed alone, we need another plan."