Ron blinked.
It wasn't every day that you woke up in the hospital wing, and this time the room felt especially big. It took him a few seconds to find out
why. He was a frog. And it's not every day that you wake up as a frog. In fact, it's never happened to me. Perhaps, if your lucky, it won't
ever happen to you either. But it happened to Ron.
Ron shouted, or, as we must call it, croaked, and curtains beside him moved slightly. A black haired, green eyed someone appeared next to him.
Harry grinned slyly.
"Hello Ron!" he said, in a delighted voice. "Fancy seeing you here! Might I ask why you're looking so particularly...froggish?"
Ron croaked again and Harry's grin widened.
"Yes, I thought as much," he said gaily. "It very well might be because you ARE a frog, don't you think?" he added knoweledgeably.
Ron croaked a number of times, and to make it more easier for you to understand the going-ons here, I shall translate:
"Harry, you cridiot! Stop crinning at me like some croazy maniac! I need a little CRELP here!"
Harry's attentention however, had been diverted at the entetrance of a short, bushy-haired girl of about sixteen.
At this, Harry's grin streched to the breaking point.
"Why look, Ron!" he said in a slightly strained voice, as to hide his laughter. "It seemes Hermione has come to see the Frog Prince!"
It now became apparent tht Ron's turning into a frog had not in the least prevented him from blushing the color of a ripe tomato. Mixed with
his green skin, this gave him the apperance of a small, fat Christmas decoration of some kind.
When this was pointed out, Ron was not amused.
It wasn't every day that you woke up in the hospital wing, and this time the room felt especially big. It took him a few seconds to find out
why. He was a frog. And it's not every day that you wake up as a frog. In fact, it's never happened to me. Perhaps, if your lucky, it won't
ever happen to you either. But it happened to Ron.
Ron shouted, or, as we must call it, croaked, and curtains beside him moved slightly. A black haired, green eyed someone appeared next to him.
Harry grinned slyly.
"Hello Ron!" he said, in a delighted voice. "Fancy seeing you here! Might I ask why you're looking so particularly...froggish?"
Ron croaked again and Harry's grin widened.
"Yes, I thought as much," he said gaily. "It very well might be because you ARE a frog, don't you think?" he added knoweledgeably.
Ron croaked a number of times, and to make it more easier for you to understand the going-ons here, I shall translate:
"Harry, you cridiot! Stop crinning at me like some croazy maniac! I need a little CRELP here!"
Harry's attentention however, had been diverted at the entetrance of a short, bushy-haired girl of about sixteen.
At this, Harry's grin streched to the breaking point.
"Why look, Ron!" he said in a slightly strained voice, as to hide his laughter. "It seemes Hermione has come to see the Frog Prince!"
It now became apparent tht Ron's turning into a frog had not in the least prevented him from blushing the color of a ripe tomato. Mixed with
his green skin, this gave him the apperance of a small, fat Christmas decoration of some kind.
When this was pointed out, Ron was not amused.
