A.N Here is the second chapter. It's short, I know, but I wanted to get this all out before Christmas. This is my gift to you after being suspended for a few days.
DISCLAIMER: Duh.
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August 8th, 4 p.m.
Oh, diary, I have so much to tell you! Though, not all of it good.
Mrs. Weasley woke us up before there was even light outside! Though I like to wake up early, this was too much for me. Ginny and I slowly got dressed. She even put her arms in her pant legs! I started laughing. She laughed too. That woke us up just a little.
I'm the kind of girl who likes to take a shower in the morning rather than at night, but I was glad that I had listened to Mrs. Weasley's advice about taking one the night before because I knew that I would never be awake enough to take one. I doubt even the freezing water could arouse me.
We both groggily walked into the kitchen. Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table. He looked a little ridiculous in his golfing sweater and a rather large pair of pair of old jeans and a leather belt. Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were already up.
"Why do we have to be up so early?" Ginny asked, while rubbing her eyes and sitting at the table.
"We've got a bit of a walk," Mr. Weasley told us.
Turns out that this "bit of a walk" was rather long and required trudging up this hill in very chilly weather. My legs were going numb and I couldn't feel my fingers. And my side hurt so bad from the walk up the hill. I'm not very athletic, you see.
'Now we just need the Portkey," Mr. Weasley said, looking on the ground for it. "It won't be big...Come on..."
We didn't look for very long until someone shouted that they had it. It was Amos Diggory and his son Cedric, who may I add, is rather cute. Of course, he is three years older than myself and is a Hufflepuff and in no way compares to my brave Harry Potter, or my hilarious Ron Weasley. But, since I would like to pay close attention to the good times of this trip I shall continue to speak well of Cedric. He's the Captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. He beat Gryffindor in a Quidditch match last year. Harry had fallen off his broom. Cedric, being the gentleman that he is, called for a rematch but it was said that the game was fair so a rematch never came to happen.
After staring at Cedric for a time, I finally tuned back into the conversation.
"Merlin's beard." That was Mr. Diggory. "Harry? Harry Potter? Ced's talked about you, of course. Told us all about playing against you last year......I said to him, I said---Ced, that'll be something you can tell your grandchildren, that will......You beat Harry Potter!"
"Harry fell off his broom, Dad," Cedric muttered, looking slightly embarrassed and slighty cuter. "I told you...it was an accident..."
"Yes, but you didn't fall off, did you?" roared Mr. Diggory, slapping Cedric on the back. "Always modest, our Ced, always the gentleman...but the best man won, I'm sure Harry'd say the same, wouldn't you, eh?"
I tuned out again, fearing my tongue might get the better of me if I thought to say anything to this. Mr. Diggory proved to be quite a bragger. I don't like him, I'm going to tell you now. Not one bit.
Mr. Weasley interrupted Mr. Diggory and said it was time to take the Portkey to the grounds of the Cup. We all put a finger on the old boot. Ten seconds later we were yanked from out spot. My shoulders kept hitting Harry's. Finally, we landed and I found myself under Harry who was entangled with Ron. We both stood up and heard:
"Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill."
Mrs. Weasley's calling me. I got to go! I'll explain what else happened later.
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What did you think? I know it may not seem very Hermione-ish, but give me a break. I'm reading Knocked Out By My Nunga-Nungas so I deserve a break. Review and let me know what you think!!!
REVIEW!!!
Queen of Fluff
DISCLAIMER: Duh.
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August 8th, 4 p.m.
Oh, diary, I have so much to tell you! Though, not all of it good.
Mrs. Weasley woke us up before there was even light outside! Though I like to wake up early, this was too much for me. Ginny and I slowly got dressed. She even put her arms in her pant legs! I started laughing. She laughed too. That woke us up just a little.
I'm the kind of girl who likes to take a shower in the morning rather than at night, but I was glad that I had listened to Mrs. Weasley's advice about taking one the night before because I knew that I would never be awake enough to take one. I doubt even the freezing water could arouse me.
We both groggily walked into the kitchen. Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table. He looked a little ridiculous in his golfing sweater and a rather large pair of pair of old jeans and a leather belt. Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were already up.
"Why do we have to be up so early?" Ginny asked, while rubbing her eyes and sitting at the table.
"We've got a bit of a walk," Mr. Weasley told us.
Turns out that this "bit of a walk" was rather long and required trudging up this hill in very chilly weather. My legs were going numb and I couldn't feel my fingers. And my side hurt so bad from the walk up the hill. I'm not very athletic, you see.
'Now we just need the Portkey," Mr. Weasley said, looking on the ground for it. "It won't be big...Come on..."
We didn't look for very long until someone shouted that they had it. It was Amos Diggory and his son Cedric, who may I add, is rather cute. Of course, he is three years older than myself and is a Hufflepuff and in no way compares to my brave Harry Potter, or my hilarious Ron Weasley. But, since I would like to pay close attention to the good times of this trip I shall continue to speak well of Cedric. He's the Captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. He beat Gryffindor in a Quidditch match last year. Harry had fallen off his broom. Cedric, being the gentleman that he is, called for a rematch but it was said that the game was fair so a rematch never came to happen.
After staring at Cedric for a time, I finally tuned back into the conversation.
"Merlin's beard." That was Mr. Diggory. "Harry? Harry Potter? Ced's talked about you, of course. Told us all about playing against you last year......I said to him, I said---Ced, that'll be something you can tell your grandchildren, that will......You beat Harry Potter!"
"Harry fell off his broom, Dad," Cedric muttered, looking slightly embarrassed and slighty cuter. "I told you...it was an accident..."
"Yes, but you didn't fall off, did you?" roared Mr. Diggory, slapping Cedric on the back. "Always modest, our Ced, always the gentleman...but the best man won, I'm sure Harry'd say the same, wouldn't you, eh?"
I tuned out again, fearing my tongue might get the better of me if I thought to say anything to this. Mr. Diggory proved to be quite a bragger. I don't like him, I'm going to tell you now. Not one bit.
Mr. Weasley interrupted Mr. Diggory and said it was time to take the Portkey to the grounds of the Cup. We all put a finger on the old boot. Ten seconds later we were yanked from out spot. My shoulders kept hitting Harry's. Finally, we landed and I found myself under Harry who was entangled with Ron. We both stood up and heard:
"Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill."
Mrs. Weasley's calling me. I got to go! I'll explain what else happened later.
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What did you think? I know it may not seem very Hermione-ish, but give me a break. I'm reading Knocked Out By My Nunga-Nungas so I deserve a break. Review and let me know what you think!!!
REVIEW!!!
Queen of Fluff
