As he made his way down the corridors, his hands were placed protectively on the back of his head, in case anymore accidents involving flying suitcases occured again. As he strided towards his destination, a small figure came into view. Harry groaned.
it was Reeko Ofoil, his arch enemy who was the cook's helper. He had platinum blonde hair and was short and looked like a chipmunk.Reeko sneered. "what's wrong porter? suitcases hitting your head?" Harry glared. "you have no idea,"he said. and then he added, "By the way, you reek of oil." and scrambled away as fast as he could.
Harry finally arrived at the laundary department and he peeked in through the door. Sure enough, a strange stranger was sitting at the table. She had pink sleek hair, and was kind of tall, and really blue eyes. And something about her seemed... strange. This must be Hermione Stranger. She looked up and remarked, "ah, porter, you're here. come over." Porter cautiously made his way over. Hermione gestured for him to sit. He sat. She pressed a button on the table. He looked at the button. The floor dropped. He screamed. And screamed. And screamed. His hands flailed around. So while they were dropping through mid-air, hermione remarked, "Gosh i didn't expect the chosen one to be so... scared. there's no other word for it." Harry gave her a stare. Actually, it wasn't the shock of the floor dropping that caused him to scream. After the suitcase incident, he thought that nothing could shock him. He was screaming because... "MY HAIR!!! AAARRRRGH!!! THIS IS THE SECOND TIME IN THE DAY MY HAIR HAS BEEN MESSED UP!!! ARGHHH!!" Hermione rolled her eyes.
So ANYWAY the floor had came to a stop, and they seemed to be deep underground. Harry put his hair back into place and looked around. It looked exactly like a dungeon. Hermione said, "Well i guess i should explain what you're here for, but first, you gotta choose your sidekick." She reached for another button. Harry backed away quickly and hugged the wall in case anymore floor dropping incidents occured. Luckily, this time, a wall at the opposite end of the dungeon turned. Flashing lights lit up the dungeon.
Porter stared and his mouth dropped open. what in the world was a cat-walk stage doing in there?! But he didn't have time to ponder over this as four models strutted out. They were all guys. Hermione said, "ok, choose a number from one to four." Harry thought. "er... 3." Model number 3 stepped out. He had lots of freckles and had rusty coloured hair. "Model number three's name is Ron Whistley and will be your sidekick. His functions include helping you to carry baggage and whistling any tune in the world. For your entertainment." Harry tested it out. "Oops i did it again," he said. Ron whistled. "cool." said Harry. Ron smiled, and said "no prob."
it was Reeko Ofoil, his arch enemy who was the cook's helper. He had platinum blonde hair and was short and looked like a chipmunk.Reeko sneered. "what's wrong porter? suitcases hitting your head?" Harry glared. "you have no idea,"he said. and then he added, "By the way, you reek of oil." and scrambled away as fast as he could.
Harry finally arrived at the laundary department and he peeked in through the door. Sure enough, a strange stranger was sitting at the table. She had pink sleek hair, and was kind of tall, and really blue eyes. And something about her seemed... strange. This must be Hermione Stranger. She looked up and remarked, "ah, porter, you're here. come over." Porter cautiously made his way over. Hermione gestured for him to sit. He sat. She pressed a button on the table. He looked at the button. The floor dropped. He screamed. And screamed. And screamed. His hands flailed around. So while they were dropping through mid-air, hermione remarked, "Gosh i didn't expect the chosen one to be so... scared. there's no other word for it." Harry gave her a stare. Actually, it wasn't the shock of the floor dropping that caused him to scream. After the suitcase incident, he thought that nothing could shock him. He was screaming because... "MY HAIR!!! AAARRRRGH!!! THIS IS THE SECOND TIME IN THE DAY MY HAIR HAS BEEN MESSED UP!!! ARGHHH!!" Hermione rolled her eyes.
So ANYWAY the floor had came to a stop, and they seemed to be deep underground. Harry put his hair back into place and looked around. It looked exactly like a dungeon. Hermione said, "Well i guess i should explain what you're here for, but first, you gotta choose your sidekick." She reached for another button. Harry backed away quickly and hugged the wall in case anymore floor dropping incidents occured. Luckily, this time, a wall at the opposite end of the dungeon turned. Flashing lights lit up the dungeon.
Porter stared and his mouth dropped open. what in the world was a cat-walk stage doing in there?! But he didn't have time to ponder over this as four models strutted out. They were all guys. Hermione said, "ok, choose a number from one to four." Harry thought. "er... 3." Model number 3 stepped out. He had lots of freckles and had rusty coloured hair. "Model number three's name is Ron Whistley and will be your sidekick. His functions include helping you to carry baggage and whistling any tune in the world. For your entertainment." Harry tested it out. "Oops i did it again," he said. Ron whistled. "cool." said Harry. Ron smiled, and said "no prob."