Maxwell was responsible for many a fancy nights—but tonight was different. Elliot hadn’t grown up using muggle vehicles—but tonight—this loooooooong vehicle was taking them somewhere.

It was very long.

Elliot had her face pressed against the glass of the window. “Why is it DARK, Max?” she asked softly, impressed with how CLASSY muggles could be, Merlin!

Her husband chuckled. “Because it’s called…tinted windows. You know. So people can’t see in here, baby—“

Elliot whipped around, eyes wide. “…People can’t see in here?” Her voice had lowered to a whisper.

Maxwell smirked. “Nope. Not at all, dear.”