Road Trip
Hermione Granger threw the last of her belongings into her trunk and scanned her room over. She had packed everything that would fit in her trunk, shrunken, which was quite a lot.
"Mm, perfect!" she exclaimed, snapping the lid of her trunk closed. She took out her wand and muttered a spell–"Wingardium Leviosa"– and levitated her trunk down the stairs. She left it near the front door and pranced into the kitchen, where her mother was cooking a large breakfast.
"Are you ready for your trip, dear?" her mom asked, kissing her on the cheek.
"Totally" Hermione replied, sitting at her seat at the already set table. "I have been looking forward to this trip all year."
"You haven't known about it all year, sweetie." her mother pointed out.
"So I was exaggerating a teeny bit."
"A teeny bit? You just found out about the trip last week."
"Okay, so I was exaggerating a lot. Now, when are Ron and Harry picking me up, again?"
"Twelve o' clock."
"Oh, right." Hermione eagerly glanced at the clock. "Eleven thirty?! I can't wait that long!!" she exclaimed.
"It's a half an hour, dear."
"Thats a long time! Time goes a lot more slowly when you're waiting to have the best time of your life!" she exclaimed.
"You mean all the time you've spent in my house wasn't the best time you've had?" her mother put on a mock hurt face.
"Oh of course, mom, I meant the best time of my away-from-home life. " she said, grabbing a piece of toast.
"That better not be all you're having, look at all this food!" her mother half screamed.
"I'm too anxious to eat! Besides, I'm sure Harry and Ron and whoever else they invited will be happy to finish off your wonderfully cooked food." Hermione smiled sweetly.
"You're right, those boys eat like.. Well, awfully like horses."
"I'd have to agree with you there." Hermione said, nodding.
"You always agree with me."
"Only when I want something from you" Hermione said, dodging around the table as her mother tried to whip her with a dish towel. Hermione shrieked when her mother finally managed to hit her. When the two giggling girls looked up, Hermiones father was standing in the doorway, watching the spectacle with amusement.
"A little over excited, I see? Are you going on the trip too, Jenny? Leaving poor old Ricky here all alone?" he said, half grinning, half trying to hide his grin with a frown.
"Of course not, Ricky. Could this wrinkly old woman keep up with a carload of rambunctious teenagers?"
"Probably not." Richard, aka Ricky, agreed.
"Hey!!" Jenny said, now moving the chase Richard around with the towel.
"I'm free!" Hermione exclaimed, acting too soon. Pretty soon, everyone in Hermiones small family had a dish towel, rolled and whipping. Then they heard a loud knock on the door, and a clearing of someones throat. They all looked up, and Harry and Ron were standing in the doorway, Ginny was behind their tallness somewhere, Hermione figured.
"Hi Harry, hi Ron!' she exclaimed, dropping her towel and hugging them each, squeezing between their forms and hugging Ginny.
"Hello Harry, Ron, Ginny." Hermiones mother greeted them. "I hope you're hungry, because Hermione hardly touched breakfast."
"AM I EVER!" Harry and Ron yelled together, diving into a chair. Ginny and Hermione looked at each other.
"I can't eat when I'm so excited!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Me either, Gin, me either." Hermione shook her head at the two boys who were digging into the food and making a considerable dent in the pancakes.
"Boys! Boys! Save some for me!" Richard was yelling over the noises of the eating. Jenny was cracking up, holding onto the back of a chair for fear of falling over. Ginny gave Hermione a glance, and together they began to carry Hermiones things out to the car.
"This is going to be the best time of our lives!" Ginny said. Hermione couldn't help but agree.
Hermione Granger threw the last of her belongings into her trunk and scanned her room over. She had packed everything that would fit in her trunk, shrunken, which was quite a lot.
"Mm, perfect!" she exclaimed, snapping the lid of her trunk closed. She took out her wand and muttered a spell–"Wingardium Leviosa"– and levitated her trunk down the stairs. She left it near the front door and pranced into the kitchen, where her mother was cooking a large breakfast.
"Are you ready for your trip, dear?" her mom asked, kissing her on the cheek.
"Totally" Hermione replied, sitting at her seat at the already set table. "I have been looking forward to this trip all year."
"You haven't known about it all year, sweetie." her mother pointed out.
"So I was exaggerating a teeny bit."
"A teeny bit? You just found out about the trip last week."
"Okay, so I was exaggerating a lot. Now, when are Ron and Harry picking me up, again?"
"Twelve o' clock."
"Oh, right." Hermione eagerly glanced at the clock. "Eleven thirty?! I can't wait that long!!" she exclaimed.
"It's a half an hour, dear."
"Thats a long time! Time goes a lot more slowly when you're waiting to have the best time of your life!" she exclaimed.
"You mean all the time you've spent in my house wasn't the best time you've had?" her mother put on a mock hurt face.
"Oh of course, mom, I meant the best time of my away-from-home life. " she said, grabbing a piece of toast.
"That better not be all you're having, look at all this food!" her mother half screamed.
"I'm too anxious to eat! Besides, I'm sure Harry and Ron and whoever else they invited will be happy to finish off your wonderfully cooked food." Hermione smiled sweetly.
"You're right, those boys eat like.. Well, awfully like horses."
"I'd have to agree with you there." Hermione said, nodding.
"You always agree with me."
"Only when I want something from you" Hermione said, dodging around the table as her mother tried to whip her with a dish towel. Hermione shrieked when her mother finally managed to hit her. When the two giggling girls looked up, Hermiones father was standing in the doorway, watching the spectacle with amusement.
"A little over excited, I see? Are you going on the trip too, Jenny? Leaving poor old Ricky here all alone?" he said, half grinning, half trying to hide his grin with a frown.
"Of course not, Ricky. Could this wrinkly old woman keep up with a carload of rambunctious teenagers?"
"Probably not." Richard, aka Ricky, agreed.
"Hey!!" Jenny said, now moving the chase Richard around with the towel.
"I'm free!" Hermione exclaimed, acting too soon. Pretty soon, everyone in Hermiones small family had a dish towel, rolled and whipping. Then they heard a loud knock on the door, and a clearing of someones throat. They all looked up, and Harry and Ron were standing in the doorway, Ginny was behind their tallness somewhere, Hermione figured.
"Hi Harry, hi Ron!' she exclaimed, dropping her towel and hugging them each, squeezing between their forms and hugging Ginny.
"Hello Harry, Ron, Ginny." Hermiones mother greeted them. "I hope you're hungry, because Hermione hardly touched breakfast."
"AM I EVER!" Harry and Ron yelled together, diving into a chair. Ginny and Hermione looked at each other.
"I can't eat when I'm so excited!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Me either, Gin, me either." Hermione shook her head at the two boys who were digging into the food and making a considerable dent in the pancakes.
"Boys! Boys! Save some for me!" Richard was yelling over the noises of the eating. Jenny was cracking up, holding onto the back of a chair for fear of falling over. Ginny gave Hermione a glance, and together they began to carry Hermiones things out to the car.
"This is going to be the best time of our lives!" Ginny said. Hermione couldn't help but agree.