"Race ya?"
"You're on." Hermione and Cammi got into starting positions at the edge of the pavement, one foot on the grass.
"Get set. . .GO!!" After pushing off their right feet, both girls dashed to the pool, being careful not to trip on the hard surface. The race was a close one, but Hermione was all of one step ahead. That was all it took to win. The girls giggled when they emerged to the surface.
"You know you got lucky," Cammi said.
"Yeah, sure. Whatever. You just don't like loosing," Hermione replied.
"Rematch?"
"Agreed."
So the girls once again took their places.
"On yo' mark. . ." Cammi began in a slang tone, which made Hermione giggle. "Hey wait, I have an idea." Her voice dropped down to a whisper. She pointed her eyes in the direction of Margaret, who was lying at the pool's edge, sunbathing. While reading a magazine, she dangled her feet into the crystal clear water.
An evil grin spread across the face of Hermione's partner in crime. Hermione nodded in agreement with the plan, knowing exactly what was going through Cammi's mind.
"On your mark," she began once more.
"Get set."
"GO!"
Camryn ran toward Maggie who was totally unaware of her upcoming fate. She took a running leap as she neared the pool and broke the water's still surface with a humongous cannon ball jump--sending many waves and splashes at Margaret. At this, the shocked victim screamed and jumped up to a standing position in surprise. Hermione took her cue and ran at full force toward her drenched friend, who was now scolding Cammi with a raging temper. Camryn just laughed, however.
As Hermione approached her, she stuck out her arms and bombarded Maggie. In she went, magazine al all. The two cutups almost died laughing. Cammi started choking and grasping for air and Hermione had to whack her on the back really hard before they regained control of themselves.
"Oh my God! I can't believe you two! How could you!"
"Haha Maggie! Wasn't that just the funniest thing you've ever seen? Oh my gosh we are so good," Cammi said. The two girls gave each other a high- five.
"No! That was so incredibly mean! Not only have you ruined my magazine, but also my clothes! Oh my God!"
"A: it's just water and B: you are wearing a bathing suit for cryin' out loud!" Cammi pointed out.
"But it's not suppose to get wet!" Margaret yelled. She was beginning to sound ridiculous.
"It's a BATHING SUIT. They are supposed to get wet! That's what bathing suits are for!" Camryn spat back.
"Uhrg! Screw you Bitches!" She grunted, pushed herself out of the pool and stomped into the house. Her long blonde hair lay in strings down her back.
"Gosh, what's gotten into her?"
"Beats me."
"She's got a lil' bitchy attitude goin' there."
"Yup," Hermione replied, beginning to feel a bit guilty for what they had done. "Maybe we should go apologize."
"Apologize? Apologize?! Why should we apologize! She's the one that called us bitches. Plus, she deserved it; laying there all innocent in her little skimpy bikini. She was just begging for it."
"But. . ."
"Aww come-on. She'll get over it sooner or later," Camryn interrupted. Hermione glanced toward the house and turned back to Cammi.
"Okay, you're right. She'll get over it sometime."
"Sure she will. So anyway, remember that guy I was telling you about?" Cammi began to change topics.
"Zak?"
"Yeah, Zak. So he called me this morning, right, while you were in the shower."
"Yeah, and?" Hermione asked for the rest.
"He wants to meet me at London Central Cinema at 7:30!" Cammi squealed.
"No way!"
"Totally way! Oh my gosh!" Camryn gushed with a grin that went halfway across the world. Hermione couldn't help feeling happy for her friend and her spirits lightened.
"Oh I'm so excited! I thought he'd never ask!"
The girls discussed Zak for some time while the high-noon sun beat against their backs.
"So how's the guy department in your neck of the woods? I've never met a wizard boy before." The question did not surprise Hermione, for she had known Cammi and Margaret all her life. They were the only muggles, other than her parents, that knew that Hermione was a witch.
"Well there's Harry and Ron, but we're just. . ."
"Harry? Ron? Since when did they get into the picture? Tell me more!" Cammi interrupted.
"No, no, you don't understand. We're just f. . ."
"Why are you being so shy? I won't tell anything. Not even to Maggie if you don't want. I'm totally cool with that."
"I know you won't tell! I tell you everything and I trust you with my life. You know that. It's just that there's nothing to tell, because we're just fr. . ."
"Friends." Hermione was cutoff once again, but this time the voice was deeper. "Just friends."
Cammi and Hermione turned around to see the voice's origin. There he stood, scar and all, with a smile plastered across his face.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione said with surprise and jumped to her feet to greet the boy. She went over to him and embraced him with a hug. "How have you been? I haven't heard from you in over a month."
" 'Just friends' my foot!" Cammi said under her breath.
"Well that is one reason why I'm here. You see, earlier this week when I was at the Dursley'. . ."
"They didn't hurt you did they?" He was interrupted.
"No, no I'm fine. They are still afraid of Sirius, and they pretty much leave me alone. It's just that Dudley was having this temper tantrum, and he hit Hedwig's cage with a book." Harry showed Hermione the birds broken arm.
"Oh, I see. Well that can be fixed. The Ministry won't have to know. Besides, it's just a little bit of healing magic; won't do any harm. By the way, how did you get here?"
"I'm staying at Ron's house right now, but his parents are in Scotland on a visit. I used some of his floo powder. Hope you don't mind, there is a little bit of ash on the carpet. I can clean it up."
"Oooh! No, don't bother. I will do it. Stay awhile, though. I'd like you to meet my friend Camryn Kellermann. Camryn, this is Harry, Harry Potter." The two shook hands in greeting. " I would also like you to meet my friend Margaret, but she is not in the greatest mood right now. It would probably be better if you met her later.
"Ooh I see. So this is the famous Harry Potter that I hear so much about."
Harry only blushed and began to change topics. The humid July air stuck to their skin. After Harry was informed that Cammi knew about the wizard world, the discussion grew from the muggle world to Hogwarts, Quiddich and the latest news. As the day wore on, the sun shrank closer to the horizon and it soon became time for Harry to leave.
"I'd really love to stay and chat, but Ron and I are going to a Quiddich game tonight." He paused for a moment to glance at his watch. "Goodbye then. Nice to meet you, Camryn. Thank you so much for fixing Hedwig's wing. Just send her on her way when she is healed, she will know where to go."
"Okay, bye Harry. See you at Kings Cross in September." Harry placed Hedwig on Hermione's shoulder and waved goodbye as we walked into the house. There was a whooshing sound as Harry apparated out of the chimney to Ron's house.
The girls proceeded into their summer vacation home. Maggie sat at the kitchen table reading another magazine. Her drenched hair was put into curlers. She made no attempt to notice her friends as they entered the room. Cammi glanced at Margaret.
"Gosh, I'm sorry. Can't you take a joke?" She said with sourness in her voice, but ignored. She stomped off. Hermione took a seat beside Maggie and thoughtfully pondered what to say.
"Maggs, I'm really sorry. I wasn't thinking. I didn't know it would really upset you like this." Margaret continued to dis-acknowledge her presence, but appeared to be paying less attention to her readings.
Hermione continued. " Okay, I understand not wanting to talk to me, so I'll leave you alone. I'm really sorry Margaret." At that, Hermione went upstairs and flung herself upon her bed.
"She's really pissed," she told Camryn.
"She's jus sad 'cuz she fell for it. She's way too sensitive," Cammi responded as she modeled her outfit in front of the mirror, checking her appearance. Hermione did not go further, for she knew there was no sense in arguing with Cammi. She had known Maggie and Cammi long enough to know that they were the most stubborn people on earth; nice, but stubborn.
"You're on." Hermione and Cammi got into starting positions at the edge of the pavement, one foot on the grass.
"Get set. . .GO!!" After pushing off their right feet, both girls dashed to the pool, being careful not to trip on the hard surface. The race was a close one, but Hermione was all of one step ahead. That was all it took to win. The girls giggled when they emerged to the surface.
"You know you got lucky," Cammi said.
"Yeah, sure. Whatever. You just don't like loosing," Hermione replied.
"Rematch?"
"Agreed."
So the girls once again took their places.
"On yo' mark. . ." Cammi began in a slang tone, which made Hermione giggle. "Hey wait, I have an idea." Her voice dropped down to a whisper. She pointed her eyes in the direction of Margaret, who was lying at the pool's edge, sunbathing. While reading a magazine, she dangled her feet into the crystal clear water.
An evil grin spread across the face of Hermione's partner in crime. Hermione nodded in agreement with the plan, knowing exactly what was going through Cammi's mind.
"On your mark," she began once more.
"Get set."
"GO!"
Camryn ran toward Maggie who was totally unaware of her upcoming fate. She took a running leap as she neared the pool and broke the water's still surface with a humongous cannon ball jump--sending many waves and splashes at Margaret. At this, the shocked victim screamed and jumped up to a standing position in surprise. Hermione took her cue and ran at full force toward her drenched friend, who was now scolding Cammi with a raging temper. Camryn just laughed, however.
As Hermione approached her, she stuck out her arms and bombarded Maggie. In she went, magazine al all. The two cutups almost died laughing. Cammi started choking and grasping for air and Hermione had to whack her on the back really hard before they regained control of themselves.
"Oh my God! I can't believe you two! How could you!"
"Haha Maggie! Wasn't that just the funniest thing you've ever seen? Oh my gosh we are so good," Cammi said. The two girls gave each other a high- five.
"No! That was so incredibly mean! Not only have you ruined my magazine, but also my clothes! Oh my God!"
"A: it's just water and B: you are wearing a bathing suit for cryin' out loud!" Cammi pointed out.
"But it's not suppose to get wet!" Margaret yelled. She was beginning to sound ridiculous.
"It's a BATHING SUIT. They are supposed to get wet! That's what bathing suits are for!" Camryn spat back.
"Uhrg! Screw you Bitches!" She grunted, pushed herself out of the pool and stomped into the house. Her long blonde hair lay in strings down her back.
"Gosh, what's gotten into her?"
"Beats me."
"She's got a lil' bitchy attitude goin' there."
"Yup," Hermione replied, beginning to feel a bit guilty for what they had done. "Maybe we should go apologize."
"Apologize? Apologize?! Why should we apologize! She's the one that called us bitches. Plus, she deserved it; laying there all innocent in her little skimpy bikini. She was just begging for it."
"But. . ."
"Aww come-on. She'll get over it sooner or later," Camryn interrupted. Hermione glanced toward the house and turned back to Cammi.
"Okay, you're right. She'll get over it sometime."
"Sure she will. So anyway, remember that guy I was telling you about?" Cammi began to change topics.
"Zak?"
"Yeah, Zak. So he called me this morning, right, while you were in the shower."
"Yeah, and?" Hermione asked for the rest.
"He wants to meet me at London Central Cinema at 7:30!" Cammi squealed.
"No way!"
"Totally way! Oh my gosh!" Camryn gushed with a grin that went halfway across the world. Hermione couldn't help feeling happy for her friend and her spirits lightened.
"Oh I'm so excited! I thought he'd never ask!"
The girls discussed Zak for some time while the high-noon sun beat against their backs.
"So how's the guy department in your neck of the woods? I've never met a wizard boy before." The question did not surprise Hermione, for she had known Cammi and Margaret all her life. They were the only muggles, other than her parents, that knew that Hermione was a witch.
"Well there's Harry and Ron, but we're just. . ."
"Harry? Ron? Since when did they get into the picture? Tell me more!" Cammi interrupted.
"No, no, you don't understand. We're just f. . ."
"Why are you being so shy? I won't tell anything. Not even to Maggie if you don't want. I'm totally cool with that."
"I know you won't tell! I tell you everything and I trust you with my life. You know that. It's just that there's nothing to tell, because we're just fr. . ."
"Friends." Hermione was cutoff once again, but this time the voice was deeper. "Just friends."
Cammi and Hermione turned around to see the voice's origin. There he stood, scar and all, with a smile plastered across his face.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione said with surprise and jumped to her feet to greet the boy. She went over to him and embraced him with a hug. "How have you been? I haven't heard from you in over a month."
" 'Just friends' my foot!" Cammi said under her breath.
"Well that is one reason why I'm here. You see, earlier this week when I was at the Dursley'. . ."
"They didn't hurt you did they?" He was interrupted.
"No, no I'm fine. They are still afraid of Sirius, and they pretty much leave me alone. It's just that Dudley was having this temper tantrum, and he hit Hedwig's cage with a book." Harry showed Hermione the birds broken arm.
"Oh, I see. Well that can be fixed. The Ministry won't have to know. Besides, it's just a little bit of healing magic; won't do any harm. By the way, how did you get here?"
"I'm staying at Ron's house right now, but his parents are in Scotland on a visit. I used some of his floo powder. Hope you don't mind, there is a little bit of ash on the carpet. I can clean it up."
"Oooh! No, don't bother. I will do it. Stay awhile, though. I'd like you to meet my friend Camryn Kellermann. Camryn, this is Harry, Harry Potter." The two shook hands in greeting. " I would also like you to meet my friend Margaret, but she is not in the greatest mood right now. It would probably be better if you met her later.
"Ooh I see. So this is the famous Harry Potter that I hear so much about."
Harry only blushed and began to change topics. The humid July air stuck to their skin. After Harry was informed that Cammi knew about the wizard world, the discussion grew from the muggle world to Hogwarts, Quiddich and the latest news. As the day wore on, the sun shrank closer to the horizon and it soon became time for Harry to leave.
"I'd really love to stay and chat, but Ron and I are going to a Quiddich game tonight." He paused for a moment to glance at his watch. "Goodbye then. Nice to meet you, Camryn. Thank you so much for fixing Hedwig's wing. Just send her on her way when she is healed, she will know where to go."
"Okay, bye Harry. See you at Kings Cross in September." Harry placed Hedwig on Hermione's shoulder and waved goodbye as we walked into the house. There was a whooshing sound as Harry apparated out of the chimney to Ron's house.
The girls proceeded into their summer vacation home. Maggie sat at the kitchen table reading another magazine. Her drenched hair was put into curlers. She made no attempt to notice her friends as they entered the room. Cammi glanced at Margaret.
"Gosh, I'm sorry. Can't you take a joke?" She said with sourness in her voice, but ignored. She stomped off. Hermione took a seat beside Maggie and thoughtfully pondered what to say.
"Maggs, I'm really sorry. I wasn't thinking. I didn't know it would really upset you like this." Margaret continued to dis-acknowledge her presence, but appeared to be paying less attention to her readings.
Hermione continued. " Okay, I understand not wanting to talk to me, so I'll leave you alone. I'm really sorry Margaret." At that, Hermione went upstairs and flung herself upon her bed.
"She's really pissed," she told Camryn.
"She's jus sad 'cuz she fell for it. She's way too sensitive," Cammi responded as she modeled her outfit in front of the mirror, checking her appearance. Hermione did not go further, for she knew there was no sense in arguing with Cammi. She had known Maggie and Cammi long enough to know that they were the most stubborn people on earth; nice, but stubborn.
