Author's Note: Greetings! Here is my short ficlet type thing....enjoy. Please
review when you're done!
"I know Professor Trelawney is clairvoyant, but this is just ridiculous," sighed Harry Potter as he sat outside of Hogwarts one afternoon.
"I'm telling you, she saw you hit on the head with a baseball bat!" Ron shrugged his shoulders. "She didn't allude to it or anything, she just bluntly told me after dinner."
"Maybe you misconstrued her meaning," pondered Harry, shrugging. "Maybe she said hit with a baseball HAT."
"Ron has some integrity, Harry," said Hermione, attempting to placate both parties. "And Trelawney is not the guileful creature you illustrate her as. Come," she declared conclusively, "We must go to the baseball game."
"I don't fathom why," sighed Harry. "If she tells me I'm going to be hit with a baseball bat, why would I possibly go to a baseball game?"
"Stop being obnoxious. I paid a lot of money for those tickets," declared Ron starkly.
Hermione gestured to the object protruding from her bag. "I have a Portkey for us." Hermione revealed the potent item and showed it to her friends.
"Why are you always so damn placid," yelled Harry. "My life is on the line! Aren't you concerned about Trelawney's pretext and ulterior motives?"
"Not really." Ron shrugged. "I'm too superficial. I bought these tickets. We're going."
"I never knew you were so disreputable," snapped Harry.
"And I never knew your vocabulary was so exemplary!" retorted his friend.
"And I never knew how incredibly annoying you two were!" screamed Hermione. "Check out our itinerary. Unless you shut up and stop bickering, we're going to be late."
Harry pouted and grabbed on to the Portkey with his amigos. After the brief moment of gut-wrenching discomfort, he observed his new surroundings. A baseball stadium.
"You know, baseball is not an endemic sport to Britain," he declared. "I think I'm going to go." Suddenly, he was felt a blunt smack on his head. "Gods!" he rubbed his head angrily. "That really bloody hurt!"
Hermione was laughing as Ron lowered the baseball act. "Great idea, Herm." He smiled charmingly at her.
She grinned at Harry. "We plagiarized Trelawney's words and...twisted them a bit...for pretext!"
"And our ulterior motives!" quipped Ron, still giggling.
Harry smiled. "Oh, you guys! What a bunch of pranksters!" He giggled, still rubbing his head. His tousled black hair only added to his youthful charm.
Suddenly, his giggling stopped and his perceptive sense began to tingle. There...not fifty feet away, on the barbeque area was a garden hose. It was plugged in, with all that water just waiting to be released.
Harry thought no more and raced towards it, leaving his friends still laughing in youthful abandon.
As he released a spray of cold water onto their heads, Harry gave a devilish chuckle. "That'll teach them to mess with prophecies."
(There you have it, one-shot deal. Sorry if it was a little abrupt and disjointed at times but I was trying to work in all of my vocabulary words. Test tomorrow.0
"I know Professor Trelawney is clairvoyant, but this is just ridiculous," sighed Harry Potter as he sat outside of Hogwarts one afternoon.
"I'm telling you, she saw you hit on the head with a baseball bat!" Ron shrugged his shoulders. "She didn't allude to it or anything, she just bluntly told me after dinner."
"Maybe you misconstrued her meaning," pondered Harry, shrugging. "Maybe she said hit with a baseball HAT."
"Ron has some integrity, Harry," said Hermione, attempting to placate both parties. "And Trelawney is not the guileful creature you illustrate her as. Come," she declared conclusively, "We must go to the baseball game."
"I don't fathom why," sighed Harry. "If she tells me I'm going to be hit with a baseball bat, why would I possibly go to a baseball game?"
"Stop being obnoxious. I paid a lot of money for those tickets," declared Ron starkly.
Hermione gestured to the object protruding from her bag. "I have a Portkey for us." Hermione revealed the potent item and showed it to her friends.
"Why are you always so damn placid," yelled Harry. "My life is on the line! Aren't you concerned about Trelawney's pretext and ulterior motives?"
"Not really." Ron shrugged. "I'm too superficial. I bought these tickets. We're going."
"I never knew you were so disreputable," snapped Harry.
"And I never knew your vocabulary was so exemplary!" retorted his friend.
"And I never knew how incredibly annoying you two were!" screamed Hermione. "Check out our itinerary. Unless you shut up and stop bickering, we're going to be late."
Harry pouted and grabbed on to the Portkey with his amigos. After the brief moment of gut-wrenching discomfort, he observed his new surroundings. A baseball stadium.
"You know, baseball is not an endemic sport to Britain," he declared. "I think I'm going to go." Suddenly, he was felt a blunt smack on his head. "Gods!" he rubbed his head angrily. "That really bloody hurt!"
Hermione was laughing as Ron lowered the baseball act. "Great idea, Herm." He smiled charmingly at her.
She grinned at Harry. "We plagiarized Trelawney's words and...twisted them a bit...for pretext!"
"And our ulterior motives!" quipped Ron, still giggling.
Harry smiled. "Oh, you guys! What a bunch of pranksters!" He giggled, still rubbing his head. His tousled black hair only added to his youthful charm.
Suddenly, his giggling stopped and his perceptive sense began to tingle. There...not fifty feet away, on the barbeque area was a garden hose. It was plugged in, with all that water just waiting to be released.
Harry thought no more and raced towards it, leaving his friends still laughing in youthful abandon.
As he released a spray of cold water onto their heads, Harry gave a devilish chuckle. "That'll teach them to mess with prophecies."
(There you have it, one-shot deal. Sorry if it was a little abrupt and disjointed at times but I was trying to work in all of my vocabulary words. Test tomorrow.0
