Clair de Lune
Harry made his way up the aisle of the plane tentatively just as the seatbelt sign turned off. He was nervous and slightly sweaty – all these years wishing and hoping there was a way to escape this life, this body he was in were coming to a head within him. What if it didn’t work? What if it did? His head was awash with nervousness and excitement as he waited for the cubicle to become vacant. His phone was in his clammy left hand, while a pair of headphones hung around his neck.