Disclaimer: I'm just playing God for a while, JK actually rules - sorry if
I accidentally defile her creations.
1. Wheetabix
Wheetabix sprayed everywhere. 'Malfoy takes muggle studies?!' Hermione nodded, unfazed by yet another cereal shower. Harry was less impressed. Glasses weren't very effective when clouded by mush.
'But. . .but. . .' Ron really thought he would have noticed Hell freezing over.
'Now his father's in Azkaban he can do. He always liked muggle music - he's recruiting for his band.'
Seamus gave an undignified snort. 'Oops sorry, I didn't mean to. . .Wheetabix went down the wrong way.' The trio returned to their breakfast. 'But, well, seein's as you asked. I think it's dreadful. He isn't having any pipes!'
'I thought you were Irish.'
'Not bagpipes, panpipes.'
'Aren't they from the Andes?'
'Anyway. . .' Seamus scowled at Hermione. 'He said he was a *rock* band, not just another lump of Gorgonzola like the Weird Sisters and Celina Warbeck.'
'Gorgonzola. . .' Ron rolled the word around his mouth.
'It's cheese Ron.' Said Hermione.
'I know.'
~~~@~~~
'I have a bass of Dudleys," said Harry half to himself.
'Really?!'
'You're going to join his band of stones?'
'Rock band - it's a genre.'
'I know!'
'I might. Shame Malfoy's in it.'
A light bulb exploded above Seamus' head. Mwah ha ha, mwah ha ha, mwah ha ha ha ha!! Ron blinked; Hermione picked glass from her Wheetabix, only Harry thought to ask what Seamus wanted.
'Well,' he leant in and began to describe his plan in a conspirital whisper. The plan basically amounted to. . .
Harry joins Draco's band. Harry kicks Draco out by the power vested in him as The-boy-who-lived. Harry invites Seamus and his panpipes into the band.
Somehow, and Harry is still trying to work this bit out, the plan is agreed to; Harry will be at the auditions the next day.
1. Wheetabix
Wheetabix sprayed everywhere. 'Malfoy takes muggle studies?!' Hermione nodded, unfazed by yet another cereal shower. Harry was less impressed. Glasses weren't very effective when clouded by mush.
'But. . .but. . .' Ron really thought he would have noticed Hell freezing over.
'Now his father's in Azkaban he can do. He always liked muggle music - he's recruiting for his band.'
Seamus gave an undignified snort. 'Oops sorry, I didn't mean to. . .Wheetabix went down the wrong way.' The trio returned to their breakfast. 'But, well, seein's as you asked. I think it's dreadful. He isn't having any pipes!'
'I thought you were Irish.'
'Not bagpipes, panpipes.'
'Aren't they from the Andes?'
'Anyway. . .' Seamus scowled at Hermione. 'He said he was a *rock* band, not just another lump of Gorgonzola like the Weird Sisters and Celina Warbeck.'
'Gorgonzola. . .' Ron rolled the word around his mouth.
'It's cheese Ron.' Said Hermione.
'I know.'
~~~@~~~
'I have a bass of Dudleys," said Harry half to himself.
'Really?!'
'You're going to join his band of stones?'
'Rock band - it's a genre.'
'I know!'
'I might. Shame Malfoy's in it.'
A light bulb exploded above Seamus' head. Mwah ha ha, mwah ha ha, mwah ha ha ha ha!! Ron blinked; Hermione picked glass from her Wheetabix, only Harry thought to ask what Seamus wanted.
'Well,' he leant in and began to describe his plan in a conspirital whisper. The plan basically amounted to. . .
Harry joins Draco's band. Harry kicks Draco out by the power vested in him as The-boy-who-lived. Harry invites Seamus and his panpipes into the band.
Somehow, and Harry is still trying to work this bit out, the plan is agreed to; Harry will be at the auditions the next day.