"The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round, the wheels on the bus go round and round all through the day!" Dixie sang loudly, dancing ahead of Luna.
"Dixie! Slow down!" Luna called, running to catch up with her two-stepping friend.
"Sorry, I don't slow dance!" Dixie replied giggling. The two girls had decided to get together over the summer. They were both running around and playing whatever game popped into their heads on Dixies HUGE lawn. They'd invited Harry, Ron, and Hermione too, but only Ron could come.
"When's Ron going to get here again?" Dixie asked.
"At one," Luna replied.
"Sweet, I've got the mother-load of tall people jokes for him," Dixie grinned. Right then the sound of a doorbell echoed over the lawn.
"It's him!" Dixie screeched. Turning and bolting for the house, Luna hot on her heel. They arrived at the front door just as Dixies mom opened it.
"Um, hi, I'm Dixie's friend," they heard Ron mumbled nervously.
"Hi Ron!" Dixie said running up and ducking under her mothers arm to say hi to him. "Come on in, we where just playing out in the backyard, wanna come?"
"Sure." Dixie grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him through the house out into the backyard.
"Hey, since there are more than two of us we can play tag," Luna pointed out.
"Yeah!" Dixie grinned.
"What's tag?" Ron asked.
"You don't know what tag is?" Dixie asked. Ron shook his head, "Sacrilege man, total sacrilege."
"Is there a church of tag now or something?" Luna asked.
"No, but good idea, maybe I should start one."
"I'd join, I could be like a cardinal or something."
"I'd be the pope."
"The pope of the church of tag, I'd love to see peoples faces when you introduced yourself like that."
"That would be funny."
"We should explain to Ron what tag is though."
"Yeah, okay Ron, listen carefully."
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"We're going to light fireworks! We're going to light fireworks! We're going to light fireworks!" Dixie chanted, dancing around the small campfire they'd set up in the yard. Dixies father had come home from work that day with a small bag of fireworks for them to set off.
"Calm yo'self Dix dahlin," Ron said, imitating Dixies mom with her southern drawl.
"Shut up Ron," Dixie replied.
"I'd rather not," Ron replied.
"You know something Ron," Dixie said, "I'm glad you're tall, there's more of you to dislike."
"Can we just set of the fireworks already?" Luna asked.
"Yeah, yeah, give me a moment." Ron bent down, fumbling with the matches for a bit then he got the first firework lit. He stepped back and they waited for a moment before the firework went off with a shower of red and white sparks.
"What do you think would happen if we stuck one inside of a frog?" Dixie asked.
"One what?"
"A firework."
"I dunno."
"Maybe we should try it."
"That's just creepy," Ron said, picking out another firework.
"Yeah, well, I've always figured if a week goes by and your friends are not completely confused or terrified by one of your actions, you're not doing your job."
"Good philosophy Dixie," Luna noted.
"Thank you Luna."
"You're both insane," Ron said, shaking his head.
"We know." they said in unison.
