I'm putting all of my Harry Potter short stories with no significance in
Letters.
"The entire soccer team!" a voice said from behind her.
Ankara turned around, confused. "What?"
Alalia smiled at her friend. "This girl's backpack broke in the middle of the hallway, and the entire soccer team stopped and asked her if she needed help. And she told them no, thank you, that she could handle it! I mean, if it were me, I would be 'Thank you so much for offering, the books are so heavy, so yeah, help me get it to class!'"
Caliena chimed in. "Yeah, me too. I'd be like 'You, you, and you, carry my backs!' I mean, do you know how heavy our books are?"
Ankara frowned. "I don't know . the entire soccer team just ~happened~ to be there? How do you know it's true?"
"Don't ask me," Alalia shrugged. "Jennie told me about it."
"I still don't think it's true though ." Ankara trailed off, biting her lip. She sunk deep into thought. If they offered to carry her books to class, would she accept? Probably not, she wasn't that kind of person. She began to imagine it. The guys asked her, and she says no . her class is just there. She broke off the memory. It just wasn't her. Now Hermione Granger, on the other hand .
Second Year:
Hermione Granger was talking hurriedly Harry and Ron. "And," she said, "the Polyjuice Potion still needs-"
The audible rip cut her off as her bag's seams split, and all her books came tumbling out. She growled in frustration.
"You need help?" Harry offered.
"No," Hermione shook her head. "You guys go on ahead. I won't be along."
Ron and Harry walked ahead, talking animatedly about some aspect of Quidditch or another, when two identical voice called her name.
"Hermione," Fred said, grinning.
"Oh, look! Thine fair bag has split! Dost thou need our help?" George faked a Romeo voice, and ended up cracking up.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You guys go on to class, I can handle it."
At this time, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, and Angelina Johnson showed up. "Are they bothering you?" Angelina asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Oh, do you need help?" Alicia asked, concerned.
"No, I'm fine," Hermione said. "Reparo." In a flash, her bag was fixed. A few moments later, her books were back in the bag.
"All right, then, we'll be off," Angelina said. She whirled to face the twins. "Now, Weasleys, we have to get off to class before you lose us any House points!"
Hermione trudged to Transfiguration, worried that she might be late, when she hear someone call her name. She turned to see Oliver Wood. "Yes?"
"Have you seen Harry?" he asked breathlessly.
"He should be off to class," she said blankly.
"Oh," he said. "Thanks, then." And he went off, muttering things like "Quidditch strategy . Next match" etc.
Hermione rolled her eyes and went to class.
Later .
"Did you hear?" Parvati asked eagerly.
"What?" Lavendar asked.
"Well, Hermione was walking to class, and her bag broke."
"And?"
"And the ~entire~ Quidditch team offered to help carry her books to class."
"Really?" Lavendar squealed.
"And," Parvati said in a breathless voice, indicating that the clincher was still coming.
"And?"
"And she refused and said she could carry her own books!" Parvati finished with a flourish.
"Really?" Lavendar asked, shocked.
"I know," Parvati voiced similar sentiments. "I would have said yes right away. I mean, our books are heavy!"
Lavendar nodded. "Plus, I wouldn't mind have some of the boys on the Quidditch team carry ~my~ books to class."
The two dissolved in giggles.
In the next bed, Hermione rolled over in her sleep and began snoring lightly.
The End.
"The entire soccer team!" a voice said from behind her.
Ankara turned around, confused. "What?"
Alalia smiled at her friend. "This girl's backpack broke in the middle of the hallway, and the entire soccer team stopped and asked her if she needed help. And she told them no, thank you, that she could handle it! I mean, if it were me, I would be 'Thank you so much for offering, the books are so heavy, so yeah, help me get it to class!'"
Caliena chimed in. "Yeah, me too. I'd be like 'You, you, and you, carry my backs!' I mean, do you know how heavy our books are?"
Ankara frowned. "I don't know . the entire soccer team just ~happened~ to be there? How do you know it's true?"
"Don't ask me," Alalia shrugged. "Jennie told me about it."
"I still don't think it's true though ." Ankara trailed off, biting her lip. She sunk deep into thought. If they offered to carry her books to class, would she accept? Probably not, she wasn't that kind of person. She began to imagine it. The guys asked her, and she says no . her class is just there. She broke off the memory. It just wasn't her. Now Hermione Granger, on the other hand .
Second Year:
Hermione Granger was talking hurriedly Harry and Ron. "And," she said, "the Polyjuice Potion still needs-"
The audible rip cut her off as her bag's seams split, and all her books came tumbling out. She growled in frustration.
"You need help?" Harry offered.
"No," Hermione shook her head. "You guys go on ahead. I won't be along."
Ron and Harry walked ahead, talking animatedly about some aspect of Quidditch or another, when two identical voice called her name.
"Hermione," Fred said, grinning.
"Oh, look! Thine fair bag has split! Dost thou need our help?" George faked a Romeo voice, and ended up cracking up.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You guys go on to class, I can handle it."
At this time, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, and Angelina Johnson showed up. "Are they bothering you?" Angelina asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Oh, do you need help?" Alicia asked, concerned.
"No, I'm fine," Hermione said. "Reparo." In a flash, her bag was fixed. A few moments later, her books were back in the bag.
"All right, then, we'll be off," Angelina said. She whirled to face the twins. "Now, Weasleys, we have to get off to class before you lose us any House points!"
Hermione trudged to Transfiguration, worried that she might be late, when she hear someone call her name. She turned to see Oliver Wood. "Yes?"
"Have you seen Harry?" he asked breathlessly.
"He should be off to class," she said blankly.
"Oh," he said. "Thanks, then." And he went off, muttering things like "Quidditch strategy . Next match" etc.
Hermione rolled her eyes and went to class.
Later .
"Did you hear?" Parvati asked eagerly.
"What?" Lavendar asked.
"Well, Hermione was walking to class, and her bag broke."
"And?"
"And the ~entire~ Quidditch team offered to help carry her books to class."
"Really?" Lavendar squealed.
"And," Parvati said in a breathless voice, indicating that the clincher was still coming.
"And?"
"And she refused and said she could carry her own books!" Parvati finished with a flourish.
"Really?" Lavendar asked, shocked.
"I know," Parvati voiced similar sentiments. "I would have said yes right away. I mean, our books are heavy!"
Lavendar nodded. "Plus, I wouldn't mind have some of the boys on the Quidditch team carry ~my~ books to class."
The two dissolved in giggles.
In the next bed, Hermione rolled over in her sleep and began snoring lightly.
The End.