Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)

Gardening Task 5

Rating - T

Word Count - 363

"Where are my shoes Ron?" Hermione asked. "I swear I left them here a minute ago."

"There right in front of you," Ron replied.

"No, those are my boots; where are my sandals?" She asked, whilst getting annoyed with her husband. She knew he had done something with them, she could tell by the look on his face. He would always tease her when he got the chance, he enjoyed looking at her reaction.

"How am I supposed to bloody know." He shouted.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, what have you done with my shoes?" Hermione seethed. Her cheeks went red like a tomato. She looked as if she was about to combust.

"Dad? Why does mum look like she's about to explode?" Hugo whispered, whilst entering the room. The red-headed boy was used to seeing his mum get a bit out of control, but he had never seen her like this. Ron quickly explained to Hugo why his mother was so frustrated.

"Ron, those weren't just any sandals, they were a gift from my mum," Hermione exclaimed, her eyes saddening at the thought of her mother."And don't get Hugo involved either he's only nine."

"Nine and three quarters actually," Hugo piped up, sounding offended.

"Do you go around telling people that your nine and three quarters?" Hermione questioned her son.

"No."

"So, don't say that to me."

"Jeez!" He mumbled to his dad. "She's in a mood today."

"I am not in a mood." She angrily spouted, "Tell him, Ron."

Hermione looked at her husband; she could tell by the worried look on his face that her attitude was getting out of hand.

"Okay," She admitted, "Maybe, I crossed the line, just a little bit." Ron and Hugo smiled triumphantly.

"Mum," Rose shouted, Hermione noticed that she was holding her sandals. "Please, don't get mad, but I borrowed your sandals for like five minutes, to see what size I was and then I got one trapped in the door. I'm sorry, but it ripped." Rose wanted to flee.

Her mum's face went bright, red like a tomato once again. She instantly dropped her mum's shoes and sprinted outside.

"Get back here, now young lady!"

This feels quite rushed. But, I decided to experiment with a short one-shot drabble, so don't worry if you don't like it.