"Why do we have to come to some cheap hotel for our
senior trip?" Draco complained to Pansy, who nodded in sympathy as the man
behind the check-in table gave her the room key.
The man turned to Draco, a sour expression on his face, "Here is your key sir."
Draco eyed the man with distaste. "Hopefully it's nicer than it looks from
the outside." Draco muttered.
"Oh, I'm so excited!"
Lavender said to Pavati, as usual, the two were inseparable.
"I've had good premonition's about this trip." Pavati said. "I read my
tea leaves last night, and according to Unfogging the future we're
going to becoming into so money!" She explained.
"That's wonderful Parvati, just think of all the make-up we could buy with
that!" Lavender sighed, dragging her cases to the check in desk.
"I've always wanted to come to Los
Angeles!" Hermione sighed taking in the sights around her.
"I know, you told me several times on the plane, before reading all those
books." Ron said, becoming angry. He didn't like to be ignored by his
girlfriend, especially so obviously in front of his friends.
"If you didn't want me to read then why didn't you say? I would have been
happy to play a game with you." Hermione insisted.
"Hermione, we were on an aeroplane, Wizards chess and exploding snap would
have scared the muggles." Ron explained.
"There are other games you know." Hermione muttered.
"Wow..." Harry whistled as he stepped
into the room. It was luxurious, perhaps even nicer than the Head Boys room he
occupied. There were two beds, both single at opposite ends of the room. "I
hope I don't have to share with Malfoy!"
Just then, the doorknob rattled and a head of sandy coloured hair appeared.
"Harry! Looks as if we're room mates again!"
Harry's eyes widened. "Hi Neville."
Neville pushed past Harry towards the bed nearest the window, which had a small
table by it. Lovingly he placed the Mimbulus mimbletonia[1] plant
on the work top before pulling his case onto his bed. "This is going to be so
much fun!"
George flopped on down on his bed. "Hey
Fred, don't put your smelly shoes on my bed!" he said, fishing the shoes
from underneath him.
"Since you're closet, will you put my shoes in the closet?" Fred's
voice called from the bathroom.
"I'm not touching those!" George said in protest.
"Watch out! If I see them too much, it'll remind me to put them on your
head when you're snoring tonight!" Fred threatened.
"You do and you'll find yourself subjected to yellow hair!" George
retorted.
"Ah, ah, ah." Fred said, shaking his head as he walked from out of the
bathroom, "no magic in front of the muggles. We're meant to be setting a
good example to the kiddies."
Severus Snape sighed as he sat at the bar. Sure
it was muggle alcohol, which was about as intoxicating as butterbeer, but he had
a feeling that once he had drank 10 shots of vodka the pain of having to
supervise children would wear off.
"Attention all, will the people with the room numbers 21, 46, 12, 6, 81 and 69
please report to the Ru Av Natten [2] conference room."
Snape sighed and stood. Why did he have to have room number 69? [3]
A few minutes later, Snape opened the
conference room door and stepped inside. Everyone else was there already.
"We were waiting for you." A man told him. It was definitely the same
insane voice they had heard on the intercom.
Snape glared, closing the door. He didn't take a seat, instead he leaned against
a pillar.
"As I was saying, this is a race. In Texas, there is a train station called
'The Big One' [4]. In this train station, there are lockers. In one
of these lockers, there is a red duffel bag and inside the red duffel bag, there
is two million dollars." he finished. The man waited a bit to let his
message sink in. "You are partnered by room, go!"
Everyone stared blankly at the man. "Well, go!" he urged. No one
moved. "Look, right now Mr. Snape is winning, because he is nearest to the
door!"
"How do you know my name?" Snape asked, in the usual drawling voice.
The man ignored him.
"How are we supposed to get anywhere? We can't drive or anything, let alone
afford a plane or train ticket!" Neville pointed out.
"Some of you might not be able to afford, but I certainly can." Malfoy
snapped.
"Not only is it totally crazy, but we would miss our senior trip!"
Pansy added.
"Oh, Parvati, it's your prediction!" Lavender sighed dreamily.
"Who would give away two million dollars anyway?" Hermione asked.
"I would. Think about it. This is two million we're talking about. Two
million dollars. You could do anything, anything at all."
"Think about it, 2 million dollars, think how many galleon's that is!" Ron
said excitedly.
"Wait!" Fred said. "We could get lost or killed! We could-"
"Fred, what's happened to you?" George said melodramatically, shaking Fred
by the shoulders.
"Oh, yeah. Then what are we waiting for?" Fred asked. He grabbed his
twins hand and pulled him towards the door.
"This is ridiculous." Hermione said aloud.
"Just come on!" Ron said, pulling her to her feet.
"It's fate!" Lavender cooed.
"Come on then Lavender!" Parvati said, linking arms with her best friend.
"Ahhhh! I'm getting trampled!" Neville called. Harry grinned and lent
him a hand.
"Let's go!" he said.
Pansy stood up, "Umm, we're behind." she said to Draco.
"Why do I get stuck with you?" Draco asked, as Pansy pulled him towards the
exit.
"Aren't you going Mr Snape." The man asked.
"First of all, it's Professor Snape, secondly, this is the biggest pile of
bull I have ever heard!" Snape said coolly, leaving the room.
"Which one of you will get there first? Good luck to all of you." The
strange man said. People behind a one-sided mirror started to chat.
"My bet is on the twins-"
"Mine is on the Professor-"
[1] One of the spawns that the original
created, hense the reason he could get it through customs.
[2] Friend from LJ, had to get her in a Snape scene somehow.
[3] * snerk* Snape had to have room 69 *cackles insanely *
[4] Doubt this.
