Harry and Ron sit ranomly on a sidewalk, leaning against the wall of a random building. Harry is perfroming various tricks with one of those little dinky yo-yo's you get at the dentist and Ron is banging a stick on the ground.
Me: Hey guys!
They simultaneously look up, stare a moment, and continue what they were doing.
Me: *sigh* Fine. I'm sorry, okay? It's just… er… I was busy… saving the world and stuff…
Harry: Bull! You were too lazy!
Me: *shrug* What are you gonna do about it?
Ron: *tries to throw his stick at me, misses, and quite miraculously bonks himself on the nose*
Harry: Can we start the chapter NOW???
Me: Fine… _O
TSGNA
"It's not fair!" Ron sobbed. They sat on a bench at an intersection, clearly at a bus stop.
"How did that little girl know my name?" Harry pondered aloud, not paying the least bit of attention to his hysterical friend.
Ron continued, "That was my only donut! I mean, it's not like I had two. If I had two I would have given him one! I WOULD HAVE!"
"And why did she name her kitty after me?"
"Oh, the agony! The suffering! The pain! What did I do to deserve such torture!?"
"I mean, I know I'm famous, but she was clearly a muggle. Otherwise she could have rescued the kitty by herself…"
"WHAT'S THIS WORLD COMING TO!??!?!?!" Ron threw himself on the ground in despair.
Harry stood up suddenly, as if struck in the head by a goat that was chewing on an idea. "Ron- chill. I have a plan!"
"You do?" Ron sniffled hopefully.
"No. Wanna get on that bus that's randomly pulling up?"
Ron shrugged. "Kay."
* * *
It was not a comfortable situation. Harry and Ron had chosen the only empty seat which happened to be directly in the back, and people kept turning around to stare at them before frowning or blushing and returning to their original position.
A younger looking woman glanced their way and coughed for the fifteenth time, and Ron had had enough. This was already a stressful day without a younger looking woman coughing at him fifteen times.
He stood up and marched to her seat, staring at her directly in the eye. If Harry wasn't zoning out(as he often did) he might have prevented Ron's temper from getting the best of him.
"Excuse me." Ron said with sarcastic sweetness. "But is there a problem? I couldn't help but notice you COUGHING IN MY DIRECTION EVERY FIVE SECONDS! Just tell me what you want and stop disrupting my life!"
Her back was pressed entirley against her seat, her eyes wide. "Er… I was just wondering…"
"WHAT!? WHAT WERE YOU WONDERING!?!?"
"Could I have your autograph?" She asked after hesitating slightly.
Ron shook his head. "I'm sorry… My autograph? Sure you don't mean his?" He jerked his thumb towards Harry who was starting to drool by now.
"Er, yeah. Pretty sure." She offered him a pen and a gum wrapper.
Tears were in his eyes as Ron clumsily signed the wrapper. "Bless you." He smiled. "Bless you." The bus came to a jerking halt, snapping Harry out of his reverie and throwing Ron rather comically into the windshield. Harry decided this to be a perfectly random opportunity to exit the bus.
"You'll never guess what happened!" Ron chirpped happily, skipping alongside Harry.
"What?"
"Some lady wanted my autograph!" He grinned.
Harry burst out laughing. "Your autograph? How dumb do you think I am, Ron? Honestly, barely anyone's even heard of you, let alone want your autograph! I think you dreamed it…"
Ron seethed. "You were there! You saw it happen!"
"No… see… I…" Harry fumbled with his words. "I was so deeply lost in dramatic thoughts that I… er… wasn't paying attention… yeah…"
"YOU MEAN NO ONE WILL EVER ACKNOWLEDGE MY MOMENT OF TRIUMPH!?"
"Pretty much…"
Ron sighed. He decided not to reply since there has been too much dialogue for the author's liking.
"There you are!" Came a voice from behind them. Before they knew what was happening, some one roughly dragged them into a car and sped off…
END
Mwahahahahahahaha…. Okay. There. I updated. Huzzah. The title might actually come into play, finally! Wait… naw…. Like that would ever happen. X) Yeah… REVIEW.