Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Harry Potter that is owned by Ms. JK Rowling. I only own the plot and the characters I made up ( Jen, Bridget, Nadia, Sam, and Tori.) By the way, Jen is based on me and Bridget is based on Hurricane Rachel. The peoples I made up are based on real people.
The group of girls and boys were walking along a very not seeable path when Tori's stomach grumbled. Again.
"Can we, like, hurry up? I'm really, really—" but Tori was joined by all of the girls in her next word.
"HUNGRY!"
"I think we know that already. We've been hearing your stomach for the last fifteen minutes," retorted Sirius.
"We haven't even been walking for fifteen minutes," Tori responded nastily, glaring at Sirius. "Are you kidding me? We've been walking for, like, four hours already! It's like I'm walking the path of life! Only it's trailed with thorns rather than roses, but still! If I fall into one and scratch myself, you boys will be sorry! OH THE AGONY!" cried Bee dramatically, making a big show of dragging her legs while she walked instead of picking them up.
"Shut up, Bee," Jen said, tired of Bee's and the others' complaints. Of course, she couldn't say it herself; she had been complaining too. Everyone had.
"Are you sure you know where we're going?" Nadia asked with a huff. She didn't trust them. They just looked so ratty!
"Of course we know! We've been to the forest a million times!" protested James as Remus rolled his eyes.
"What's the name of the forest called, anyway?" asked a now curious and interested Tori.
"The Forbidden Forest," the boys answered simultaneously. Immediately, they heard a burst of laughter from behind them. They turned around to see Bee, holding her stomach from laughing.
"You're JOKING! The for—for—forbidden forest??" she cried through laughs. "You're kidding. How original."
The boys gave her a weird look. But she didn't acknowledge it; she often got these looks.
"She's right. Nobody would name a forest the forbidden forest. I should know," Tori said matter-of-factly.
"All hail the genius!" Jen shouted sarcastically over the loud noise of the song "Apologize" blasting through her iPod headphones. Tori rolled her eyes. Just then, Bee tripped over Jen's foot. As it happened often, the girls ignored her. The boys snickered, except for Peter, who looked like he had to pee very badly and smiled as if Christmas had come early.
"Are you okay?" Remus managed to ask. Bee got up and inspected herself.
"What a stupid question to ask a fallen girl…and yeah, I'm fi—NO WAIT!" she shouted. The girls looked at her, alarmed.
"What?"
"I BROKE A NAIL!" Bee shouted. Tori snorted, Sam rolled her eyes and Jen smacked her palm to her forehead and Stephanie looked absolutely shocked. And angry?
"That…is soooo my line," Steph said. "Oh, and your shirt is crooked."
"No, it's not?"
"Yes, it is! See look!" Steph said, fixing Bee's shirt.
"No, it's not!"
Yes, it is!"
"Does it even matter?" interrupted Jen.
"YES! It throws everything off balance now! Thanks a lot!"
"Why am I stuck with these weirdoes?" Jen asked herself aloud.
"Because you loooooove us!" Tori said.
"I do?" Jen responded unenthusiastically.
"Well, yeah. Deep down inside, you're really a softy and love us all!" Tori exclaimed. Bee, frankly, was surprised she didn't say the line from Mean Girls: "I wish we could all just make a cake out of rainbows and smiles, and we could all eat it together and be happy!"
"Must be deep, deep, deep, deep down," Bee observed. She got a smack for that.
"We're here!" announced James, interrupting the girls' little fight. The girls looked up and immediately Bee started giggling.
"Is this appropriate?" she asked through her giggles. She got James and Sirius laughing too while the girls and Remus just rolled their eyes.
"The Broom Closet?" Tori read off the restaurant's name incredulously.
"The one and only," Remus replied; he was the only boy not laughing.
"Weird name for a restaurant," Jen said in her emo-ish way.
"Weird your parents haven't given you up for adoption yet," James muttered.
"Heard that."
The group entered the restaurant.
"Hello. Greetings. Bonjour. Hola. Aloha. Ni Hao. Ciao. And any other form of greeting that I did not mention," the waiter said, holding the door open for them to enter. "Welcome to the Broom Closet." Bee stifled a snigger.
"Um, hey," Jen said casually.
"May I take your orders?" the man, now deemed Bobby (by Bee and Jen), asked as he led them to their table and they sat down.
"You may," Sam said to Bobby.
"Hey, loosen up, Sam," Jen leaned over and whispered. Nadia smirked and Tori refrained from snickering.
"What?" Sam asked innocently. Jen huffed.
"Oh, never mind."
"We would like four glasses of pumpkin juice," James ordered cockily, grinning at the girls.
"EEEEEWWWWW!" all of the girls, minus Bee, shouted. Bee grinned.
"Can I have Pumpkin juice mixed with lemonade and cranberry juice, please? Kaythanks," Bee ordered.
"I would like a coffee," Jen ordered.
"And some vitamin water, please?" Sam said quickly.
"Frappuccino," Tori said immediately.
"Make that two," Nadia said.
"Oh, me too! Make it three!" Steph said, smiling.
"Yes, alright," the waiter mumbled, writing on his hand and then left. Five minutes later, he returned with the drinks. Everybody graciouslty took theirs, except when it landed on the table in front of Steph.
"What is that?" she asked, furiously disgusted.
"It's your frappuccino, miss," Bobby said politely.
"This is not a frappuccino," Steph insisted. "What's wrong with it. Can you tell me? Tell me what's wrong with it."
"Is there a problem?" Bobby asked, now thoroughly confused.
"Well, DUH!"
"No need to shout, Miss. I shall get it taken care of if you refrain from shouting. If you will calmly explain to me the problem…" Bobby offered. Stephanie was practically hyperventilating.
"MY FRAPPACINO HAS ONE OUNCE TOO MUCH SUGAR AND HALF AN OUNZE TOO MUCH WHIPPED CREAM. AND IT SHOULD HAVE A CHERRY ON TOP!" she screamed. She was shaking angrily.
"Miss, how would you know if it has 'too much' of anything without trying it?" Bobby asked.
"Bad idea," Bee mumbled and Jen and Tori nodded, smirking.
"Perfectionist," Nadia mumbled to the boys, and was elbowed in the ribs by a grinning Sam.
"I DEMAND a refund!!!"
"Ma'am if you would just try it--!"
"I thought customers were always first!" Sam exclaimed, thinking out loud. Bee and Jen smirked.
"Shut it, pipsqueak!"
"Try your damned frappuccino!"
"But it has too much--!"
"Zip it, kid!"
"Let's just go, then!" Steph said. "It's clear this thing doesn't appreciate my cool perfectionism."
And they all left the Broom Closet, whether that sounds right or wrong. But on the way out, Steph shared her thoughts.
"By the way, Bobby," she said, putting emphasis on the name she had heard Bee and Jen call him. Bee and Jen burst out laughing. "You're pants don't match your shirt!"
"Oooohhh, disssss!" Bee hissed.
"Oh, and, your zipper's unzipped," Jen added offhandedly.
"Hah. Toodles, Bobby. Have fun getting paid two knuts per hour!" Bee shouted after him, and then girls and boys immediately burst out laughing when they turned the corner.
Yah so guys I wrote this with Hurricane Rachel too so if you want you guys can send comments to her too if you want.... okay hope you guys liked it.