The Very Odd Year.....
A.N: Alright. So I'm writing a fic about.... hmhmhm.... haven't really decided yet, so I'll make it up as I go along, k? Well, better get cracking then! P. S. Read and Rate if you can, although I don't really mind if you don't. Any who, have a nice day! And I write kind of slow, and this story moves kind of slow, so if you're impatient, this isn't for you. And don't click on the reply button repeatedly hint hint, because you're just asking to be made fun of. However, because I am so nice, and somewhat lazy, I won't do it this time. : )
Hermione smiled. She grinned at the sight of her new head girl badge on her black school robes. Even the terrifying image of her father dancing (in 80's style spandex) and singing to Thriller, by Michael Jackson, in a ridiculously high-pitched voice could not get her down. This year was going to be the best one ever, and special. Thus, Hermione had been extra prepared, and had gotten all her text-books, papers, pens, and feathers the day after she got her letter, got a haircut (that ended up disastrously, because the hair dresser took what Hermione said, "I want my hair to have gusto, and have flare to it" literally, causing it to go up in flames. Luckily, because Hermione's hair had been insured, so she got full compensation (4 pounds and a lollypop), even if she could just magically re-grow It.). Because Hermione was finally legally able to perform magic outside of Hogwarts, she de-frizzed her hair, and got a black tattoo (the muggle way would've hurt waaaaay too much), with a word-that-shall-not-be-named-due-to-its-offensive-meaning-and-nature-although-most-people-should-be-used-to-it-by-now-and-for-those-of-you-who-are-truly-dim-witted-it-starts-with-f-and-ends-with-uck-and-mind-you-it's-not-fire-truck inside a star, on her forehead (I'm kidding, god. She got it on her ankle, although I don't think getting one on your chin wouldn't be that bad either...hmhmhm....).
After finishing packing two weeks early and being bored out of her mind, Hermione decided to jump out her window, onto the trampoline in her backyard. After feeling thoroughly creeped out by the new neighbour in the house next door watching her jump with binoculars through his window, she went back inside feeling, still not too bad, muttering to herself, think of being head girl, head girl, head girl, think of being head girl head girl...After that, feeling really great again, she decided to eat lunch, (which consisted of a hotdog and we all know what really goes into those, and micro waved fries which also contain...) drink (a papsie), sit down at the computer, but deciding not to use it, after realizing the computer's screen was on fire, and the room was quickly filling with acrid smoke. So Hermione decided to walk out of the room, and walk to her friend's house to say "hi". How many times did she have to tell her father to keep his pyromaniac obsessions to his study room, and occasionally the neighbour's driveway? Oh well, she wouldn't have to deal with it for much longer. Head girl head girl head girl.... Hermione thought to herself.
She arrived at her friend's house in a matter of days, and walked up to the doorsteps, asking her friend's mother whether she could just say hi to her friend, Robin.
"Oh I'm so sorry honey, but you just missed her. Robin left to shoo away the hobos from the local store (she lives in Columbia) It's her last shift for her summer job. Sorry hon." Said Robin's mother rather apologetically.
"Oh.... Ok, well tell her I said hi when she comes back" Hermione replied.
"Oh I will. Ok, well have fun at school dear" Robin's mother responded.
Hermione frowned as soon as her back was turned, and stomped all the way back (which is quite a way by the way, because England and Columbia are quite far, mind you. Oh, and how she walked all the way there, even though there is an ocean between the 2 countries, and even though she could've apparated, is well, because...uh.... DON'T QUESTION MY SKILLS AS AN AUTHOR!!!!! People in room stare, then slowly move away into corners, avoiding eye contact at all times) Well, so going back to the story, Hermione made her way back to England in a matter of days, due to the fact that she finally realized it would've taken much less time had she travelled 2 times as fast, and if she was going to travel 2 times as fast, she may as well have travelled 100 times as fast as normal, thus going at 300 miles/hour, taking her approximately 2 or 3 days. Very logical really, she even got a bit annoyed with herself for not realizing this earlier. Luckily she got back to England exactly 1 hour before the Hogwarts Express went out from King's Cross Train Station. Using the same logic and theory as her quick return from Columbia, she walked to the train station and got there just in time to catch up to Ron and Harry.