"This is exactly Why I *hate* muggle tansportation, Hermione" Stated the livid, red-faced Ronold Weasley, A bit too loudly.

"Shush! They'll hear you and start asking questions, Plus I'm sure the train will get started again soon." She turned back to reading her book, "The Hobbit"

"Well, I'm bored."

"Find something to do" She said, getting exasperated.

"Fine, fine, I'll watch the muggles" He started looking around, taking in the sights of bored muggles chatting and groaning, and the little ones running around making a racket. He spotted a woman who reminded him a bit of Hermione, but instead of reading, she was writing.

"Hermione" His fiance didn't answer, "Hermione!" he said again, still not getting her attention.

'Honestly, I think she's had enough adventure in her life, why does she want to read about someone elses?' And then an idea struck him. Hey! There could very well be a book about their lives! Of course, it would make sense for Harry to be the main charactor, him being the one with Voldemort after him and all, but still, It'd be better then any other book he'd ever read. (Hermione had made him read quite a few)


He went over The story of everything that happened in Hogwarts and whispered a muse spell, "Concipio!"

The woman sitting on the other side of the train, suddenly lookedup, staring around. Then She ripped off the page she had been writing on and started scribbling furiously at the pad.

Ron, happy with his work, smiled as the train started again towards King's Cross station.