Year Seven: Circumventing Stupid Plans

"Seven Harrys," Moody growled. "As to you, Miss Potter-"

"Actually," Alex grinned, "I have my own means of transport."

"What?"

"What."

She grinned at Moody's suspicious, and Harry's oh-boy-here-we-go-again stares. "I figured you have your own dangerous and stupid plans going on, so I arranged to buy myself a motorcycle. I keep it at the Langleys'."

Harry stared. "What."

She rolled her eyes. "Take a picture, it'll last longer. In fact," she grinned wickedly, "I'll even pose nude for you."

Moody growled again. "We don't have time for lollygagging, lass. Now if you'd let me explain the plan-"

"GottagoseeyouintheBurrowbye!"

Fast as lightning, the girl had snagged Hermione's wand, cast a spell, and suddenly Harry was wondering what he was being annoyed about.

The grizzled Auror shook himself off of whatever funk he was in, and Hermione picked up her wand she'd dropped on the floor for some reason.

As Harry began to listen to Moody's plan, he heard (and subsequently ignored) the distant roar of a motorcycle.