Hannah Montana, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley were sitting in a tea parlor. Because you sit in a tea parlor, normally, when your bored and are in London.
But, anyway,
THEY were back. Yes, The Deatheater's cousins, the HerosOfTheBathrooms. Evil, nasty little creatures,
all of them... sporting little red capes and caps with a yellow B tattooed squarely on each forehead.
The dork version of the Dark Mark. Yeah, the little twits. So, their main 'thing' about being little bathroom geeks, is, basically, that the actual Hero of the Bathroom is like their Jesus Christ. (No offence to any one, obviously.) So, what they want to do, as in my other story, is... to... kill Harry Potter. But, now,
we shall look at it from Ginny Weasley's p.o.v.
the beginning:
In a tiny coffee shop in the middle of London, sat Ginny Weasley, drinking her black coffee, bopping her head to her head phones (Lily Allen is wot she was listening to by da way). Until she saw a strange little midget man sporting a little cape and cap, with a matching suit. That... wasn't something you saw everyday.. She thought as he strolled in. For a while she had been center of the media, seeing as Ronald was going with Hannah, so, really, wouldn't you be surprised that he walked straight over to her?
"Hello, there. I am HeroOfTheBathroom number 4,001," The little man pulled out his 'badge'
"This is a 'Do-Wot-Ever-I-Want-And-Get-Away-With-It-Badge.' Now, little missy, wot do you know about
Harry Potter"
Ginny snorted. "My LIFE is called 'Harry Potter'. How can I not know anything about him? But,
obviously you think I know some big secret. Well, I don't. But if there is money involved, I might know"
The dwarf showed his badge again. "Do I need to remind you of the badge? And wot I said It means"
Ginny snorted again. "Money, I know something. No money, well, let's just say I was never here"
The little man sat down. "Yes. Well, is glory better than... money"
"Not unless it's in tens"
"Right"
"Mmhmm"
They sat a minute. Then Ginny slurped her coffee rather annoyingly and impatiently.
"Well"
"Well wot"
"I suppose I'll have to call upon the Kamodo dragon"
"Ok. Ya know wot? I'll help you. For sport. Nothing more than pure sport"
The dwarf smiled. "YAY"
"Wot is it you need me to do again"
"Umm... Well. Umm... He didn't tell me that"
"Who ever 'He' is he probably didn't think you worthy of such a job supporting the fact
that this is a joke. And, by the way, your buying my Biscotti for your troubles"
"Wha"
"Yes, yes, of course your buying the Biscotti. Your treat!" Ginny smiled happily.
"But... um... what"
Ginny burst into song, "You, yes, you, old mate, will buy the Biscotti, ask the waiter for the check!
Life is so good, so now I shall say 'thank you, old mate"
"Why, Oh, Why, should I buy the Biscotti"
"Oh, but mate, I said 'thank you'! Therefore, therefore, the Biscotti is not mine"
"Right. Can we stop singing now"
"No"
"This isn't broadway"
"No"
"NO, IT ISN'T. SO CAN YOU STOP SINGING"
"No"
The dwarf sighed. "Yes, yes, of course, whotever. So, shall you report with me to 'HIM"
"If you treat yourself to my Biscotti." Ginny said, thank God, not in song.
"Ok, yes, I'll pay for the Biscotti. Yes, wotever. Now, please, do come along."
My notes! D
mmmk, so i will update soon, and please comment! so, yeah. every1 hearts commodo dragons!