Parchment and Parcels
By Katherine Wetherbee
Disclaimer: I own nothing, isn't that sad? Ah well. It's all the brilliant JK Rowling's. Ain't she just the most creative thang you've eva seen!?
Currently it's 3 AM, I woke up because some damn bird flew through my window and right into my head. But it was not just any bird though. Oh no, this was THE bird. The bird that showed me that Miss Hermione Granger was accepted as HEAD GIRL! Yes! That's right! I am Head Girl! Practically a deputy Professor! Oh I knew if I worked hard enough I would get this far! And I know that everyone might actually listen to me for once! I could really advertise for SPEW too! I am not able to go to sleep now! I was way too giddy!
I ran about the whole house screaming and woke my mum and dad up. They were quite pleased and we celebrated with cups of hot chocolate. Of course afterward they insisted I brush my teeth so I could wake up with a clean smile. After all, tomorrow we go to Diagon Alley to retrieve a few supplies for this year. I do believe I have saved up enough galleons for a new set of robes as well as a new dress robe. A few sweets for the train might be nice too...
Well, tomorrow is the day I meet everybody! The Weasley Clan, as well as Harry. Mum and dad are badgering me about turning off my light. I wonder if anyone has changed? Well, after we pick up out supplies and things, Ginny, Ron, Harry and I are going to go out for some ice cream. My summer is so bland without them. I barely have any muggle friends as it is.
Ginny
Hah! It's not like Ron's baby sister or anything! I'm merely a year younger than him! So I ask, why am I unable to hang out with him, Hermione, and Harry? Well, Harry, and his kind self suggested that I came along. I then childishly stuck my tongue out at Ron, and skipped along to pack my things for both the train, and the Flourish and Blotts expedition.
But yes, I really do hate it whenever Ron thinks me smaller, and weaker than him. I mean, after all I'm sixteen now, entering my sixth year at Hogwarts! I can definitely prove that I can be just as 'mature' and just as 'cool' as Ron! Just you watch!
Anyways, on a lighter note, Hermione sent a letter to all of us that she had received the job of Head Girl. Everybody was very happy and excited, except I looked over to Ron, and he merely rolled his eyes. Did he not want me to come to Blotts with them because he didn't want me seeing her snap on her or something? What did Hermione do? Oh! I bet you he'd jealous! Who wouldn't be!? Herm is great!
Mum is complaining about how expensive the books are this year. I rolled my eyes,
"Why is this even necessary!?" she snapped. "Is it requited to have the Basic Book of Muggles if your father is in—"
"Mom, it's required, and don't worry about the prices, dad is bound to win the Minister election, so there's no worrying you there!" I gave my mom a wink, and walked to a chair in the kitchen. Everything will be fine once dad wins the election for new Minister. Fudge has decided to resign, so father is to take a crack at running. The odd part of it all is that Percy is running as well. For a while now, he has made the family rather disappointed in him seeing as he's been betraying us for a while now. Either way, whoever wins is sure to help out the Weasley's...right? Ah well. I better tell mum to calm down, the prices of the books are getting to her head!
Cho Chang
In June, I was accepted to become a Junior Professor. Apparently I am to be assisting Professor Snape, which is rather unfortunate. I just so happened to be one of the last applicants, and seeing as they really enjoyed my application, they ended up giving me the last position available, thus being Snape. I'd rather help teach Professor Binns' class rather than sit around with this old dope. I wonder what he's like out of class. Oh well, so far I only have signed up for one semester, if I enjoy myself I'm able to stay another, or leave home and study up on charms. That was my first choice... I really looked up to Professor Flitwick. Ah well. I should be leaving early to unpack my things. I should just continue telling myself that I am very lucky to be accepted.
Ron
Pah! First Ginny insists that she comes along, and then Hermione has become Head Girl!? How obvious right? I mean, Ginny has her own sixth year friends doesn't she? And further more, why does Hermione have to be such a perfectionist? Now that she's Head Girl she'll be advertising for SPEW all over the place! Which really grinds my beans. A thing that comes to my mind is, who is the Head Boy? After all, they are all absolutely perfect!
Ginny insists that I'm jealous of the girl. I insist that I am not. Being jealous of Hermione is like admitting you're in love with Loony Luna. Which no one is. Ta da! I'm tired. Tomorrow is Diagon Alley, something to look forward too.
Ginny
Hah! I knew it! Ron is jealous! He's just too scared to admit it! I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees Hermione tomorrow! He'll be completely mad with rage, or very embarrassed. Everyone knows that Hermione is not cocky though. If anyone's cocky it's Ron, the funny thing is, is that he can't admit that he is cocky, nor can he stand anyone coming near to his place of being cocky. Of course that was a very long sentence, as well as rather un-understandable, but it makes sense if you really think about it! Haha! Tomorrow awaits!
Hermione
My parent's insisted that they don't come along. They feel uncomfortable around other wizards. It's either they ask them many questions, or they are stared at uncomfortably by the muggle haters. It really does depress me, but I thought their choice was wise, and it was somewhat safer for them to stay clear of the wizards. Currently I'm sitting behind a very large bookshelf in Flourish and Blotts. I don't want anyone to see me writing right now, so I thought it would be okay to hide... I feel wrong. A rather frumpy old woman stared at me oddly when she saw some bushy haired freak writing, face glued to the pages. I wouldn't blame her.
I can't wait to see everyone! We're going out for ice cream once we purchase our books.
It's them! The door just opened, and I heard all of the familiar voices of the Weasleys!
"Alright everybody! ... George... stop messing with Ginny," I heard two giggles. "Go get the books that we don't have and report back to the front of the store when you're done,"
"Mum," it was Fred or George. "Can George and I get this book...?"
"Pranking for the advanced? No!" she snapped.
"Hermione should be here soon," it was Harry. I could tell it was his graceful voice. "I bet you she's really excited about the whole Head Girl thing..."
"Ugh! Hermione may be Head Girl, but it doesn't mean she is the next Harry Potter!"
"Shut up Ron!" this was Ginny and Harry snapping together. How supportive they were. "You're just jealous Ron! Don't start snapping on Hermione now! She's gotten Head Girl! You should be happy!"
"Please! The girl get's everything she wants! And now that she's Head Girl she's going to start waving SPEW buttons in my face!"
Both Ginny and Harry groaned.
Why would Ron be mad at me!? Already, and we haven't even communicated yet! Why, the nerve of him! He should be happy for me shouldn't he!? What did I do wrong? And I maybe interested in showing off a few SPEW things, but I know it hasn't done much so far... am I even meant for Head Girl. Footsteps are coming closer. I'm not going to cry! Everything is going to be fine.
I popped out from the book shelves, with an eyebrow raised. "I've waved enough SPEW buttons in everyone's face I'm not about to do it this year!" I snapped. "What a lovely welcome Ron, I'm sure glad to see you too!" the look on his face was excellent! He was gawking at me, stumped, and I bet you he was even close to saying sorry—
"Uh, Hermione," Ginny stuttered some. "Can you help me find a few of my books?" she smiled kindly over to the sixth year and put my hand on her shoulder gesturing to the back aisles. Of course I would help Ginny! And together we walked towards the back of the creeking bookstore.
Harry
I began to laugh as Ron was staring open-mouthed at Hermione. I wasn't sure what it meant, but the bloke always made the funniest expressions when he didn't notice! I patted him on the back and gestured towards the History Books.
"Well Ron, maybe you should try to keep your mouth shut for once," I commented examining the pages of 'The Salem Witch Trials'. He glared at me for a moment, and picked up The 1800s Through the 1900s I believe that was the required book for History of Magic. He stuffed it in a Cauldron and went into the next isle with a grump expression on his face. He must have felt bad, although his stubbornness was taking over him.
"Aw comon Ron! You made a mistake? Why were you mad at her in the first place?" I asked.
"I'm not telling you!" he snapped, and grabbed a few more books.
"Do you need a tampon Ron?" I asked rather loudly. Then I laughed and began once again. "Hey, lighten up okay? It's only a few more days before school starts and we don't want to start it out like the year Hermione had bought Crookshanks right?" he rolled his eyes and smirked. The guy could be so moody sometimes!
Once we had retrieved all of our needed books, we headed towards the front of the store, and handed the books to Mrs. Weasley.
"When Herm comes," Ron began. "can you tell her that we're testing out ice cream?"
Mrs. Weasley grinned and nodded her head, and shooed us out of the store.
Ginny
"Hermione!" I began. "I knew Ron was jealous, but seriously, a bloke like him could never pull off being Head Boy, he's too clumsy," I playfully nudged her in the shoulder and began to skim through a few books. We were in the muggle aisle. I thought it was appropriate to take Muggle Studies this year, dad would be proud.
"Yeah, it was rather funny seeing that hilarious look on his face, but I'm sure everything will be fine! He's extremely moody is he not?" we snickered and picked out a few books that were required, and then began to skim through the fiction section.
Everything was rather nice until a frigid voice spooked us. It was none other than Malfoy, who was coincidentally looking through the fiction section. Hermione scowled, I raised a brow, and my eyes were rather wide. He was very tall... and very pasty. I snapped out of my stare when he began to speak.
"Well look what the cat dragged in," he drawled. "How was your summer Hermione? Did you cower in your house everyday spooked that Voldie was going to—"
"Malfoy, no matter what you say, it's not going to scare me," Hermione growled and crossed her arms. I smirked when she did this, and noticed her eyes move up his robes and to a rather silver item where his Slytherin crest would be. He was Head Boy. I knew Hermione would be fuming momentarily. How was it possible!? A slime ball like Malfoy being Head Boy!? What are the chances?
I bet you Snape put a good word in for him.
But then again, why would Dumbledore listen to Snape?
Was there a new Headmaster?
I shook, and continued to scowl at the boy.
"Y-you're Head Boy!?" she said slowly. Her scowl vanished, and she was in complete shock. Malfoy seemed to notice the badge on her robe, he laughed slowly and shook his head. "Well, this is going to be a fun year isn't it Granger?" he shook his head again and tucked a silvery blonde lock behind his ear. "See you on the train Granger, and Weasel." He laughed that creepy laugh once again and roamed to the biographies, and he turned his head and gave me a 'special wink' I suppose I was going to be a main victim this year. I sighed and tugged on Hermione's arm. "Comon, ice cream will make you feel better," we headed to the front of the bookstore, and had Mrs. Weasley check out our books, and we headed after Harry and Ron.