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Seamus and Hermione
By Tanya Maxwell
Lalala, here I am.waiting. Waiting for the mail. Time to check the time.six O'clock. Actually, I'm rather fond of this thing my dad sent me. It's called a wristwatch and it uses 'battalies'. Tap, tap, tap. Tapping my fingers on the Gryffindor table. Tap, tap, tap. Where's that house elf? I need another cup o' coffee.
Oh, look, it's Harry Potter, in his pajamas. "Hey Seam!" He says. "What're you doing down here at this hour?" Oh, great, he's forgotten my birthday.
"Just waiting for the mail," I tell him. "Mam's sending me a broomstick for me birthday! Maybe I'll make the Quidditch team this yeah, ah?"
"Ooh, sorry Seam, I've got your gift in the dorm. Too early in the morning, you know?" He says, scratching his head. I feel sorry for that kid. I mean, besides having no mum and dad, his hair won't lie down no matter what he does. Wait a sec; he's talking. "Eh? Sorry, what did you just say?"
"I asked if you wanted to go and wake everyone else up," he repeats. MMM, whatever.
"You know, it's Hermione's birthday today, too." Jeez, the kid says 'you know' a lot.
So. Many. Stairs. Seriously, this place could do with losing half of its stairs. Ah, finally, the Gryffindor common room. Our dorm room. It's quite nice actually. Better than the rooms all of us have at home. We'd probably have a bigger place if Dad hadn't left Mam when he found out she was a witch, but then, what're you gonna do?
What do you know? Everybody's up and about. Well, Dean's rummaging for something, Ron's bouncing up and down on his bed, and Neville's attempting to fasten his tie. Poor Neville. He has that struggle every morning. I think Ron might just fall through his bed one day, I really do. If it was Neville doing that every day, the bed would be long gone. Then again, I'm not the most graceful person in the world, so I can't really talk.
Oooh, prezzies! For you Americans, that's slang for presents. Dean gave me a soccer ball. (What the bloody hell is a soccer ball, it look like a normal ball to me) Neville gave me Chocolate Frogs and Candies that look like Potion Ingredients. I grin. I always get caught snacking in Potions. It's the school's own bloody fault. If they didn't want us to eat in Potions, they wouldn't have put it right before lunch on our schedules. Excellent! Neville can be really thoughtful sometimes. Ooh, what's this big one from Ron? Hehehe, a Broomstick Servicing Kit, complete with a bag of Every Flavor Beans. Bloody grand! He knows I'm getting a Broomstick for my birthday!
Hmm, what's Harry got me? Yes! Muggle Stuff! I love Muggle crap. No idea why. What's this? Ah, hair gel. I think I might be the only Irish guy in Ireland that spikes his hair. Most Irish lads haven't even got hair. Hmm, Muggle sweets, books (what's a Hobbit?) and at last...a subscription to The Daily Prophet. Honestly, I think Harry's loaded and not telling us. Holy Shit, it's nearly time for breakfast and I still need to get a shower and try out my new hair gel.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
God, I'm gorgeous. Anyways, on to the less obvious things. Er, well, there aren't any, so I'll just talk about myself. I think I've gotten taller. I mean, I hope I have, but I really look taller this year. Hmm, Quidditch try outs are next week, I'll have to buff up in six days. What do you mean it's not possible?
The Great Hall's about half full. The first years are probably still not used to getting up this early. It's only the second week of school. Well, I'm fifteen today, and that's all that matters. Sorry, correction: Hermione and I are fifteen today. I give her her gift. I think she's quite pleased. I got her a book (what else do you get Hermione??) called World-Famous Witches. I honestly reckon she'll be in the revised edition. Probably for highest grades or something like that. I also got her a box of chocolate frogs.
Yes!! YES!!! Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!! Here comes the mail, and hell yeah!! I've got a broomstick, I've got a broomstick! Nimbus 2001! Brilliant, Mam! Bloody Brilliant! There's a card as well. Happy Birthday, blah, blah, there's also something from your father. Flamin' heck! I haven't seen the man in fourteen years and he's always sending me gifts. Why not come and see me? Probably afraid I'll hex him! Bloody Muggle. What in the hell is this? GameBoy? Oooh, look! It runs on battalies!! I'll have to get Dean to show me how to use it. Hey, Hermione's got exactly the same one from her mum and dad! That's a bit weird isn't it? Oh well, chocolate chip pancakes for brekkie! Yummy!
Transfiguration today. Not my best subject, but not my worst, so things are so bad. Oh no. Things ARE so bad. Apparently, the students haven't been getting good enough grades, so McGonagall and Dumbledore are calling everyone's parents to some bloody meeting in the Great Hall in November to discuss their children's progress. I'd better start trying, listening in class, making an effort, doing my homework, showing initiative and be- bloody-have myself. Until November, anyway.
Love being Potions today. Snape just saw me chewing on some 'Eye of Manticore' while I was stirring my poison - excuse me, potion - and just looked at me like I belonged in St. Mungo's. God bless you, Neville! Unfortunately, I don't think God heard me, because Neville's just blown up his cauldron. Shit . . . So have I.
My hair is green! My lovely, soft Spiked-up hair is GREEN! GREEN! Oh well, green for Ireland. But still . . .
Hmm, interesting. Hermione's just told me that Muggles have these child- progress meetings, too. They're called parent-teacher interviews. Damn, sometimes I feel sorry for Muggle kids.
To be Continued . . .
A/n: So, what did you think? Reviews, constructive criticism, no flames please!!
Seamus and Hermione
By Tanya Maxwell
Lalala, here I am.waiting. Waiting for the mail. Time to check the time.six O'clock. Actually, I'm rather fond of this thing my dad sent me. It's called a wristwatch and it uses 'battalies'. Tap, tap, tap. Tapping my fingers on the Gryffindor table. Tap, tap, tap. Where's that house elf? I need another cup o' coffee.
Oh, look, it's Harry Potter, in his pajamas. "Hey Seam!" He says. "What're you doing down here at this hour?" Oh, great, he's forgotten my birthday.
"Just waiting for the mail," I tell him. "Mam's sending me a broomstick for me birthday! Maybe I'll make the Quidditch team this yeah, ah?"
"Ooh, sorry Seam, I've got your gift in the dorm. Too early in the morning, you know?" He says, scratching his head. I feel sorry for that kid. I mean, besides having no mum and dad, his hair won't lie down no matter what he does. Wait a sec; he's talking. "Eh? Sorry, what did you just say?"
"I asked if you wanted to go and wake everyone else up," he repeats. MMM, whatever.
"You know, it's Hermione's birthday today, too." Jeez, the kid says 'you know' a lot.
So. Many. Stairs. Seriously, this place could do with losing half of its stairs. Ah, finally, the Gryffindor common room. Our dorm room. It's quite nice actually. Better than the rooms all of us have at home. We'd probably have a bigger place if Dad hadn't left Mam when he found out she was a witch, but then, what're you gonna do?
What do you know? Everybody's up and about. Well, Dean's rummaging for something, Ron's bouncing up and down on his bed, and Neville's attempting to fasten his tie. Poor Neville. He has that struggle every morning. I think Ron might just fall through his bed one day, I really do. If it was Neville doing that every day, the bed would be long gone. Then again, I'm not the most graceful person in the world, so I can't really talk.
Oooh, prezzies! For you Americans, that's slang for presents. Dean gave me a soccer ball. (What the bloody hell is a soccer ball, it look like a normal ball to me) Neville gave me Chocolate Frogs and Candies that look like Potion Ingredients. I grin. I always get caught snacking in Potions. It's the school's own bloody fault. If they didn't want us to eat in Potions, they wouldn't have put it right before lunch on our schedules. Excellent! Neville can be really thoughtful sometimes. Ooh, what's this big one from Ron? Hehehe, a Broomstick Servicing Kit, complete with a bag of Every Flavor Beans. Bloody grand! He knows I'm getting a Broomstick for my birthday!
Hmm, what's Harry got me? Yes! Muggle Stuff! I love Muggle crap. No idea why. What's this? Ah, hair gel. I think I might be the only Irish guy in Ireland that spikes his hair. Most Irish lads haven't even got hair. Hmm, Muggle sweets, books (what's a Hobbit?) and at last...a subscription to The Daily Prophet. Honestly, I think Harry's loaded and not telling us. Holy Shit, it's nearly time for breakfast and I still need to get a shower and try out my new hair gel.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
God, I'm gorgeous. Anyways, on to the less obvious things. Er, well, there aren't any, so I'll just talk about myself. I think I've gotten taller. I mean, I hope I have, but I really look taller this year. Hmm, Quidditch try outs are next week, I'll have to buff up in six days. What do you mean it's not possible?
The Great Hall's about half full. The first years are probably still not used to getting up this early. It's only the second week of school. Well, I'm fifteen today, and that's all that matters. Sorry, correction: Hermione and I are fifteen today. I give her her gift. I think she's quite pleased. I got her a book (what else do you get Hermione??) called World-Famous Witches. I honestly reckon she'll be in the revised edition. Probably for highest grades or something like that. I also got her a box of chocolate frogs.
Yes!! YES!!! Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!! Here comes the mail, and hell yeah!! I've got a broomstick, I've got a broomstick! Nimbus 2001! Brilliant, Mam! Bloody Brilliant! There's a card as well. Happy Birthday, blah, blah, there's also something from your father. Flamin' heck! I haven't seen the man in fourteen years and he's always sending me gifts. Why not come and see me? Probably afraid I'll hex him! Bloody Muggle. What in the hell is this? GameBoy? Oooh, look! It runs on battalies!! I'll have to get Dean to show me how to use it. Hey, Hermione's got exactly the same one from her mum and dad! That's a bit weird isn't it? Oh well, chocolate chip pancakes for brekkie! Yummy!
Transfiguration today. Not my best subject, but not my worst, so things are so bad. Oh no. Things ARE so bad. Apparently, the students haven't been getting good enough grades, so McGonagall and Dumbledore are calling everyone's parents to some bloody meeting in the Great Hall in November to discuss their children's progress. I'd better start trying, listening in class, making an effort, doing my homework, showing initiative and be- bloody-have myself. Until November, anyway.
Love being Potions today. Snape just saw me chewing on some 'Eye of Manticore' while I was stirring my poison - excuse me, potion - and just looked at me like I belonged in St. Mungo's. God bless you, Neville! Unfortunately, I don't think God heard me, because Neville's just blown up his cauldron. Shit . . . So have I.
My hair is green! My lovely, soft Spiked-up hair is GREEN! GREEN! Oh well, green for Ireland. But still . . .
Hmm, interesting. Hermione's just told me that Muggles have these child- progress meetings, too. They're called parent-teacher interviews. Damn, sometimes I feel sorry for Muggle kids.
To be Continued . . .
A/n: So, what did you think? Reviews, constructive criticism, no flames please!!