They had just finished watching Lizzie McGuire, when Neville started crying.
"What's your problem?" asked Ron.
"I-it's j-just th-that when Mir-Miranda told Gord-do about the-e..."
"Oh, shut up you blubbering tub of fat." Said Draco.
"It is getting kinda old." Everyone aggreed. Neville ran off to the boys room, still crying.
"I hope we didn't hurt his feelings." Hermione said in a worried tone.
"Ya sap." Harry responded.
The next few hours went by fast. Between 4 episodes of Friends, half of Con Air, and the entirety of Return of the geeks, people were getting tired. (Hernione said that TV was pointless, so she had been kicked out a long time ago. Nobody knew where exactly she was.) It had become evident that Ron and Claire had gotten close, and so had Draco and Leanna. Neville had returned from the bathroom, and had fallen asleep on Harry. They decided to all go to bed. On the way to get her pajama's, Leanna found a letter from the ministry. This is what it said:
Dear Children,
You will atend YJHS for one week. You class schedule has been provided below. If all go's well, you will go to Hogwarts next week. Next to your beds, you will find trunks with your names on them. You things have been brought from home to comfort you. Enjoy.
Cornilus Fudge
Minister of Magic, Dept. 1
"Hey, let's see what we got." Claire said as she got up. Everyone opened their trunks. There were mixed names flying in the room.
"Chip!" (Leanna)
"Crookshanks!" (Hermione)
"Pig?" (Ron)
"Trevor!" (Neville)
Of course, Harry and Draco didn't have pets, so they didn't have any animals with them. All of a sudden, Draco yelled "Finch!".
"What?" Everyone said in unison.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." He responded as he shoved a teddy bear behind his back. Just then, Neville spotted a door that none of them had seen before. He opened it, and inside was a gameroom type thing. There were VR sets, pinball machines, a DJ, a dance floor, some dancing cages, a buffet, and a hot tub.
"WOW! This is just like my Sims game!" Said Claire.
"You play the Sims?" Asked Ron. "So do I!"
They went off on their little Sims coersations, while the rest of them got ready for bed.
"What's your problem?" asked Ron.
"I-it's j-just th-that when Mir-Miranda told Gord-do about the-e..."
"Oh, shut up you blubbering tub of fat." Said Draco.
"It is getting kinda old." Everyone aggreed. Neville ran off to the boys room, still crying.
"I hope we didn't hurt his feelings." Hermione said in a worried tone.
"Ya sap." Harry responded.
The next few hours went by fast. Between 4 episodes of Friends, half of Con Air, and the entirety of Return of the geeks, people were getting tired. (Hernione said that TV was pointless, so she had been kicked out a long time ago. Nobody knew where exactly she was.) It had become evident that Ron and Claire had gotten close, and so had Draco and Leanna. Neville had returned from the bathroom, and had fallen asleep on Harry. They decided to all go to bed. On the way to get her pajama's, Leanna found a letter from the ministry. This is what it said:
Dear Children,
You will atend YJHS for one week. You class schedule has been provided below. If all go's well, you will go to Hogwarts next week. Next to your beds, you will find trunks with your names on them. You things have been brought from home to comfort you. Enjoy.
Cornilus Fudge
Minister of Magic, Dept. 1
"Hey, let's see what we got." Claire said as she got up. Everyone opened their trunks. There were mixed names flying in the room.
"Chip!" (Leanna)
"Crookshanks!" (Hermione)
"Pig?" (Ron)
"Trevor!" (Neville)
Of course, Harry and Draco didn't have pets, so they didn't have any animals with them. All of a sudden, Draco yelled "Finch!".
"What?" Everyone said in unison.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." He responded as he shoved a teddy bear behind his back. Just then, Neville spotted a door that none of them had seen before. He opened it, and inside was a gameroom type thing. There were VR sets, pinball machines, a DJ, a dance floor, some dancing cages, a buffet, and a hot tub.
"WOW! This is just like my Sims game!" Said Claire.
"You play the Sims?" Asked Ron. "So do I!"
They went off on their little Sims coersations, while the rest of them got ready for bed.