(CREDITS: All the characters in these Chronicles are those of the oh so worshipped J.K Rowling)
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"Listen, Gin, do I look like a venus man trap to you?" "No, Ron, you idiot. Did it ever enter your mind that you are a guy, so you know how they think?" "You mean, we think. Us guys." "What the hec do you think I mean? So do you have any ideas?" "Well, yeah. Obviously, there must be something wrong with your appearance. I mean, you're sweet and all, but most boys at your age like girls that are really pretty. Not to say that you…" Apparently, thought Ron, that was the wrong thing to say, as Ginny threw another fit and dashed to her room to weep into her pillow. Yelling behind her, she said, "You're worse than Dr. Laura, and I hate you!" Ron became very distressed at his thoughtless remark. "Look, I didn't mean….. by the way, who's Dr. Laura?"
Neville's Grandmother stood in his bedroom doorway, with her hands on her hips. "Neville, what are you doing? I told you to mow the lawn. If you do, I'll make you a nice plate of cookies and some fresh milk. MMm! MMm! And then we can play a game of wizard bridge."
Oh, joy! Some nice milk and cookies, a nice game of bridge, maybe a 1950's tv show here and there, and a surprise prune juice feast with Grammies! And this can be my reward for mowing the lawn-it certainly is worth it!!! Neville thought to himself with mock joy. Who does she think I am? One of her friends who can make conversations about nothing but heart attacks and their dead friends? Why do I always have to do what she wants me to do? Plus, she interrupted my notes… Neville stared down at his piece of paper on his desk.
Ways to steal from Grams:
a) spike prune juice, then when is asleep, steal money from kitchen drawer, and run-off to become a millionaire
b) whack over head with cane, knocking unconcious, and grab money from safe (code:4,5,6) thus (see above)
c) pop sleeping powder(from canister with title, Warning: may cause drowsiness) into porridge and(see above)
Ha! Once I accomplish one of these plans, it means I won't have to wait till the woman's dead. I'll just run off, thus (see above). Then I can begin my road to fame of becoming the darkest wizard known to earth. OOOOh, Voldie will be soooo jealous!!!!!! Once I have the money, I'll gain the power, and once I have the power, I will be intimidating, and no matter what I do, people will be mighty frightened. So be afraid , be very afraid, all people of the wizarding world! "Mwahahahahahaha!" "Neville, dear, did you say something?" Gran said, as she head out of his room down the hall. Oops. Perhaps I said that last part a bit loudly…..
As Neville headed to the lawn at last. Oooh, Neville, you are a wicked, wicked boy! I'm liking it! And he was. But there was one problem. He knew how to use a muggle lawn mower, because it was easier for his mind to comprehend…. But if he couldn't even mow by magic, then how could he become the most powerful dark wizard in the world? This took some contemplating. I'll have to bust my butt to learn as much of magic and the dark arts as possible. Hogwarts will not be enough. I'll only use defense against the dark arts there, and who wants that? I'd rather be practicing this romantic art!!! Now, not only will I have to learn dark arts, and steal gram's money to get a place of my own and establish my own reputation, but……every rich and powerful man needs a young, beautiful girl to keep him company….and I think I know who my woman is going to be! Now, how to kidnap the bride….
The summer was almost over, and ending on a good note, Harry thought happily to himself, as he boarded the knight bus to Diagon Alley, where he would stay at the Leakey Cauldron till the beginning of his school semester. When He got settled in a seat on the bus, he quickly wrote a letter to Ron that he would be staying in the Leakey Cauldron , and if Ron could pick him up on his way to platform 9 ¾ to board the Hogwarts Express. He also wrote about his experience with Hermione. Then he opened Hedwig's cage (Hedwig who was impatient to get out, and angry at being ignored almost all summer, gladly flew out with the letter to send to Ron). Harry thought how terrible it would have been if he had stayed with Hermione all summer like they had planned(or rather that she had planned.) But he was safe now…. That is…. Safe until the beginning of school when he would have to see her again. I hope her hormones become useful for once so that she can forget about our fight, and we can be friends again. Although after
all the things he'd said to her, he doubted she'd even want to be his friend. Harry's short time of fun was over, as he buried his head in his hands, drenched in the wine of guilt from head to toe.
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"Listen, Gin, do I look like a venus man trap to you?" "No, Ron, you idiot. Did it ever enter your mind that you are a guy, so you know how they think?" "You mean, we think. Us guys." "What the hec do you think I mean? So do you have any ideas?" "Well, yeah. Obviously, there must be something wrong with your appearance. I mean, you're sweet and all, but most boys at your age like girls that are really pretty. Not to say that you…" Apparently, thought Ron, that was the wrong thing to say, as Ginny threw another fit and dashed to her room to weep into her pillow. Yelling behind her, she said, "You're worse than Dr. Laura, and I hate you!" Ron became very distressed at his thoughtless remark. "Look, I didn't mean….. by the way, who's Dr. Laura?"
Neville's Grandmother stood in his bedroom doorway, with her hands on her hips. "Neville, what are you doing? I told you to mow the lawn. If you do, I'll make you a nice plate of cookies and some fresh milk. MMm! MMm! And then we can play a game of wizard bridge."
Oh, joy! Some nice milk and cookies, a nice game of bridge, maybe a 1950's tv show here and there, and a surprise prune juice feast with Grammies! And this can be my reward for mowing the lawn-it certainly is worth it!!! Neville thought to himself with mock joy. Who does she think I am? One of her friends who can make conversations about nothing but heart attacks and their dead friends? Why do I always have to do what she wants me to do? Plus, she interrupted my notes… Neville stared down at his piece of paper on his desk.
Ways to steal from Grams:
a) spike prune juice, then when is asleep, steal money from kitchen drawer, and run-off to become a millionaire
b) whack over head with cane, knocking unconcious, and grab money from safe (code:4,5,6) thus (see above)
c) pop sleeping powder(from canister with title, Warning: may cause drowsiness) into porridge and(see above)
Ha! Once I accomplish one of these plans, it means I won't have to wait till the woman's dead. I'll just run off, thus (see above). Then I can begin my road to fame of becoming the darkest wizard known to earth. OOOOh, Voldie will be soooo jealous!!!!!! Once I have the money, I'll gain the power, and once I have the power, I will be intimidating, and no matter what I do, people will be mighty frightened. So be afraid , be very afraid, all people of the wizarding world! "Mwahahahahahaha!" "Neville, dear, did you say something?" Gran said, as she head out of his room down the hall. Oops. Perhaps I said that last part a bit loudly…..
As Neville headed to the lawn at last. Oooh, Neville, you are a wicked, wicked boy! I'm liking it! And he was. But there was one problem. He knew how to use a muggle lawn mower, because it was easier for his mind to comprehend…. But if he couldn't even mow by magic, then how could he become the most powerful dark wizard in the world? This took some contemplating. I'll have to bust my butt to learn as much of magic and the dark arts as possible. Hogwarts will not be enough. I'll only use defense against the dark arts there, and who wants that? I'd rather be practicing this romantic art!!! Now, not only will I have to learn dark arts, and steal gram's money to get a place of my own and establish my own reputation, but……every rich and powerful man needs a young, beautiful girl to keep him company….and I think I know who my woman is going to be! Now, how to kidnap the bride….
The summer was almost over, and ending on a good note, Harry thought happily to himself, as he boarded the knight bus to Diagon Alley, where he would stay at the Leakey Cauldron till the beginning of his school semester. When He got settled in a seat on the bus, he quickly wrote a letter to Ron that he would be staying in the Leakey Cauldron , and if Ron could pick him up on his way to platform 9 ¾ to board the Hogwarts Express. He also wrote about his experience with Hermione. Then he opened Hedwig's cage (Hedwig who was impatient to get out, and angry at being ignored almost all summer, gladly flew out with the letter to send to Ron). Harry thought how terrible it would have been if he had stayed with Hermione all summer like they had planned(or rather that she had planned.) But he was safe now…. That is…. Safe until the beginning of school when he would have to see her again. I hope her hormones become useful for once so that she can forget about our fight, and we can be friends again. Although after
all the things he'd said to her, he doubted she'd even want to be his friend. Harry's short time of fun was over, as he buried his head in his hands, drenched in the wine of guilt from head to toe.