The Figurine
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. J.K. Rowling does.
A/N: Do you realize how obsessive I am? I'm using this as my vocabulary story for LA. I couldn't think of anything else to write about. Anyhow, since this is a vocab story I had to use my vocab words. In case anyone doesn't know what they mean, here's the words I used and a brief definition: ameliorate- to improve; collusion - secret agreement; depreciate - to belittle; exploit - to take unfair advantage of; gesticulate - to gesture while you speak; imperturbable - calm; lionize - hold in great esteem; scathing - bitingly severe; ulterior - hidden; vainglorious - boastful; wizened - wrinkled.
Oh yeah. After Hermione gets to the library the story goes back to when she left the common room, this time following Ron. I hope that's not to confusing.
Please be kind, review.
Peace, Love, I am a dove.
Nagini
Hermione walked hurriedly out of the common room, her face red and the words of her scathing argument with Ron still ringing in her ears.
I can't believe he would accuse me of working in collusion with Viktor! She thought. Just because I'm being nice to him does not mean that I want him to win instead of Harry. The whole point of the Triwizard Tournament is to ameliorate the relationships between wizards from different countries. That's exactly what I'm doing. But does Ron care? No! He has to depreciate me for being nice to someone he himself used to lionize!
Hermione was to the library by this time. She slammed her books down onto her usual table in the corner, and went over to the bookshelves in search of a good hex to use on Ron.
Ron watched Hermione leave the common room. He slowly shook his head, not believing that she had actually defended Viktor.
How could she? He thought. Doesn't she realize that Viktor has an ulterior motive for being nice to her? That he's just exploiting her to get to Harry? She's just trying to be vainglorious about the fact that someone famous took her to the Yule Ball.
Ron sighed and stood up, trying to smooth his wizened robe.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked him.
"Nowhere! Do I have to tell you every single detail of my life?!" Ron screamed back, gesticulating wildly. Then he ran up the stairs into the fourth year boys' dormitory. Quickly he kneeled down next to his trunk and flung it open. He quickly found what he was looking for. His miniature figurine of Viktor Krum. It walked duck footed across his hand and scowled up at him.
Imperturbably Ron tore off all its limbs one by one, wishing he was hurting the real Viktor. Then he threw the pieces across the room and went to bed.
The End.