Jem: Howdy y'all!
Sarin: … Ok, we are going home at the end of the week and breaking you of that.
Jem: I was kidding, Sarin dear. We aren't even near a place where they say that.
Sarin: ( is too far gone in evil plans to be implemented upon the end of finals week)
Jem: -.-' eh heh… anyway…
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DISCLAIMER!!: I own it? REALLY?! (opens wallet, moth flies out) … guess not. Don't own the rights Harry Potter or Zelda. BUT! I have all the books and games (respectively). I am a poor college student; you would maybe get a dime.
RON POV (probably the only one I'll ever do)
It started off like any other day at Hogwarts. The weather was already showing signs of an impending storm, but at least those too lazy to actually stick their heads out of the window in the morning to find out what the day was going to be like could figure it out from looking at the ceiling of the Great Hall. Which is Precisely what my best friend Harry Potter and girlfriend Hermione Granger were accusing me of.
And before you ask, yes he is The Harry Potter, though for some reason he seems to be reluctant to ever be proud of that fact. Keeps spouting something about wishing he wasn't famous or something. Bloody hell, if it were me, I'd revel in that fact. But maybe that's just me… Darn it, Hermione has been rubbing off on me again. I don't even know what revel means and I'm using it! … Waaaaaait…
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes… an ordinary day starting off in an ordinary way. Now, never let it be said I don't like food or sleep; in fact, it's quite the contrary. So, like every morning, Harry and Hermione dragged me out of bed and reminded me that it was one of my three (if not more) favorite times of the day, that wonderful time of day when everyone walked down to the Great Hall for Food! And, as always, that got me moving. The usual trudge down, munch the usual meal, leave at the usual time, watch Harry and the Ferret begin to argue as usual in the usual place in the halls at the usual time… now that I think about it, everything we do is pretty much done the same way every day. But no matter because this is when things changed today.
"You know what, Potter? I am Sick and Tired of your hero complex!"
"So what are you going to do about it, Malfoy?" Harry practically spat at his blond opponent, green eyes gleaming in fury.
A flash of light suddenly shone and blinded us, surrounding them, and when it faded… they were gone.
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Yeah yeah… short chapter. But I'm actually working on a multiple chapter fic. And it's not done yet BUT DON'T PANIC! I'm actually working on it!
Anyway, drop a note or a review if you have time and tell me what you think, k?
Sarin: Postulating for reviews again?
Jem: … maaaaaaybe…
