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Written for; Stickers; Magical Creatures; Hippogriff - Write about good manners.
Word Count Without An - 310
(Inspired by Laura, who actually did this :P)
Self Checkout
Hermione guided Ron around the large store, watching him fondly as he expressed delight over the various electrical appliances. She'd already been amused by his amazement at the amount of clothes they stored in one shop, and she vowed to take him to a larger shopping center once he'd acclimatised a little more to the muggle world.
"Hermione, look at this!" Ron called, gesturing wildly to a microwave. "Instant food!"
She nodded. "Almost instant, at any rate," she agreed.
"That's brilliant," Ron beamed. "Can we get one?"
"Ron… we have magic," she murmured quietly. "We don't need one."
Ron frowned. "But I thought you wanted to combine the two worlds? Isn't that the point of this?"
Hermione nodded. "I guess. If you want one, put it in the trolley. I think we have enough for now though, come on, I'll show you how the self checkouts work."
Ron bounced on the balls of his feet. "Self checkouts?"
She pointed to the end of the aisle. "Come with me and I'll show you."
He walked down the aisle beside her, stopping twice more to exclaim over something. She waited patiently, remembering how she felt the first time she went to Diagon Alley.
Eventually, she had him help her load their items onto the conveyor belt, and then instructed him on scanning each item through.
She helped him with the money, proud when he only needed her to help him with the few coins.
"You did really well," she murmured, lifting the bags back into the trolley.
He grinned at her, a charming smile that she returned.
"Thank you," he said.
She was about to reply with, "You're welcome," when she realised he wasn't talking to her at all. Instead, he'd said thank you to the check out.
The self checkout machine.
"Hermione? Hermione, why are you giggling? Hermione! What's the joke?"