"Where are my damn shoes?!" Hermione's yell echoed
through the house making a tall sandy haired man cover his ears and
wince.
"They're in the closet where they always are." The man said looking up from the magazine he held.
"Oh, I see. Thanks Vincent."
The man rolled his eyes. "I don't understand why you're even going to this reunion. You said yourself your friends just stopped calling a few months after graduation."
"I am going so that I can see how everyone eels is doing. You know how nosy I am." Hermione pulled of the towel wrapped around herself and started going through her drawer. "Where's my bra now?"
"What, I'm supposed to know where you keep your underwear? And put the towel back on. Modesty child!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Like you haven't seen me naked before. And if it bothers you so much go make me a cup of coffee before get my guns."
"No. I don't believe in coffee"
Hermione groaned and pulled out a blue lace bra. "Then what good are you? Get out of my house!"
Vincent grinned. "Hey, I am the shoe finder. You're wearing that?"
Hermione looked down at the pair of leather pants and the tank top she pulled out. "Yes what's wrong with it?"
"This is a reunion, not another job."
"And your point issssss?"
Vincent rolled his eyes, pulled out his wand and flicked it and Hermione was in a short black silk skirt with 4 inches of leather lining the very top. "I suppose you can wear that with the tank and jacket."
Hermione growled. "Would you mind not picking out my clothes? And how am I suppose to ride my bike in this stupid thing?"
Vincent shrugged going back to the magazine. "Do I look like Miss Cleo to you? Figure it out."
"I hate you."
"No you don't hun. Now put on your top and get going so I can trash your house."
Hermione shot a stretchy bra at him and pulled on the black tank and leather jacket that had gotten suspiciously tighter. She brushed out her long waist length dark brown hair and pulled out her wand. Hermione smiled and walked out slipping a silver dagger into the top of her black boot. Vincent looked up.
"What's that for?"
Hermione shrugged. "Decoration. I'm guessing I can't take my lovely guns.or my bombs for that matter so." she shrugged.
"You are a Kamikaze aren't you?"
Hermione gave him devilish smile and flipped on a pair of sunglasses. "The best." And with that she disappeared leaving Vincent laughing on her bed.
"They're in the closet where they always are." The man said looking up from the magazine he held.
"Oh, I see. Thanks Vincent."
The man rolled his eyes. "I don't understand why you're even going to this reunion. You said yourself your friends just stopped calling a few months after graduation."
"I am going so that I can see how everyone eels is doing. You know how nosy I am." Hermione pulled of the towel wrapped around herself and started going through her drawer. "Where's my bra now?"
"What, I'm supposed to know where you keep your underwear? And put the towel back on. Modesty child!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Like you haven't seen me naked before. And if it bothers you so much go make me a cup of coffee before get my guns."
"No. I don't believe in coffee"
Hermione groaned and pulled out a blue lace bra. "Then what good are you? Get out of my house!"
Vincent grinned. "Hey, I am the shoe finder. You're wearing that?"
Hermione looked down at the pair of leather pants and the tank top she pulled out. "Yes what's wrong with it?"
"This is a reunion, not another job."
"And your point issssss?"
Vincent rolled his eyes, pulled out his wand and flicked it and Hermione was in a short black silk skirt with 4 inches of leather lining the very top. "I suppose you can wear that with the tank and jacket."
Hermione growled. "Would you mind not picking out my clothes? And how am I suppose to ride my bike in this stupid thing?"
Vincent shrugged going back to the magazine. "Do I look like Miss Cleo to you? Figure it out."
"I hate you."
"No you don't hun. Now put on your top and get going so I can trash your house."
Hermione shot a stretchy bra at him and pulled on the black tank and leather jacket that had gotten suspiciously tighter. She brushed out her long waist length dark brown hair and pulled out her wand. Hermione smiled and walked out slipping a silver dagger into the top of her black boot. Vincent looked up.
"What's that for?"
Hermione shrugged. "Decoration. I'm guessing I can't take my lovely guns.or my bombs for that matter so." she shrugged.
"You are a Kamikaze aren't you?"
Hermione gave him devilish smile and flipped on a pair of sunglasses. "The best." And with that she disappeared leaving Vincent laughing on her bed.