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posted on every chapter, but hey, I have to, so here goes: I do not own
Harry Potter, characters, settings, related indicia, Colby and Monterey
Jack cheese, chocolate milk, etc. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling (of
course), the WB, and anyone else who owns it. Milk is originally owned by
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Thanks to these people for reviewing this chapter: bookwormem, avadakedavra922 and both for being regular reviewers! The answer to the trivia question was Forrest Gump. I'll try to get a chapter in like a week or two.
P.S.: Either no one noticed the ? at the bottom of the 2nd chapter, didn't know, or just didn't answer it, the answer to the ? was The Burbs (w/Tom Hanks, of course). R&R : )
Chapter 3: The dairy, canned food, and sweets aisles
*Harry and Ron are still recovering from the shock of seeing muggles asking for Snape's autograph. Luckily, the "weird muggles" failed to notice Harry and Hermione, or Neville, who was getting milk.*
Hermione: *claps her hands in Harry's and Ron's faces.* SNAP OUT OF IT!
*Ron gives a slight jump and Harry starts.*
Harry: That...was freaky.
Ron: No kidding, mate. So Hermione, what aisle do we need to go to next?
Hermione: The dairy aisle, or the one we're in, remember?
Ron: Oh yeah...*face gets red blotches on it.*
Harry: What do we need from here?
Hermione: A half-gallon of milk...
Ron: Does it matter what kind?
Hermione: Uh, it says regular, chocolate, or strawberry.
Ron: CHOCOLATE! *grabs a half-gallon of chocolate milk and dunks it into the cart like Michael Jordan.* SCORE! *Just then, an explosion is heard, and regular 2% reduced fat milk showers them; most people just get sprinkled a bit, but Hermione gets the worst of it: all over her hair. Luckily, Snape had traipsed to another aisle. They are all confused at first, but then they turn and see Neville cowering with his wand out; he quickly hides it.*
Harry: NEVILLE!
Neville: Um, sorry guys, I, uh... tried to use the wingardium leviosa spell to float the milk to my cart, but...
Hermione: *ringing milk out of her hair* Neville, you're not supposed to use magic here, it's a muggle store...how many times do I have to keep telling people that?
Neville: Sorry. *still cowering*
Hermione: *sighs* It's ok, Neville. *looks around and sees that Neville doesn't have any partners* Er-where are your partners?
Neville: *grows pale* I...don't....everyone partnered with someone else...
Hermione: *looks sympathetic* Why don't you join our group, then?
Ron: But what about the three people to a- *he starts to say this hopefully, but Hermione gives him a stern look so much like McGonagall's that he stops talking immediately.*
Hermione: I think Dumbledore will allow you to be in our group, Neville; the number of students are uneven anyway. *Neville gives a slight grin.* Now, excuse me, but, I have to go scourgify all of this milk out of my hair.
Ron: But what about the no magic rule?
Hermione: Oh, Ron, honestly... *goes to the restroom*
Harry: Look, the list's on the floor; Hermione must've dropped it when the milk explosion occurred. *Neville turns pale yet again as Harry picks up the list and shakes it to get the milk off of it.* Next it says to get shredded cheese, any kind. Hmm... *looks around at all of the cheeses, but settles on Colby and Monterey Jack.*
Ron: Next?
Harry: A dozen of eggs, no that's half a dozen, Ron- check to make sure they're not cracked- no, that's 18 eggs,- there, that's a dozen.
Ron: Here, Harry catch! *Ron throws the eggs to Harry, who is about 5 feet away, and Harry, reading the list, fails to notice the flying carton of eggs, and as a result, they all crack and splatter all over the floor.* Ron!
Ron: Oops, I didn't know! My mum's eggs have a spell on them so that they won't crack until you're ready to use them!
Harry: *checks list quickly* Ok, that's all we need from here, lets scramble...I mean scram! *Harry runs away just fine, but Ron trips in the egg yolks and gets them all over his face.*
Ron: !@#$... Harry, I'll be right back...
Harry: Ok, meet you in the canned food aisle! *Harry sprints away from the "crime scene" as Ron covers his face and runs to the bathroom, almost running into Hermione.*
Neville: Hey, Harry, wait up! *trips in the egg yolks too.* &*@& I'll meet you in the canned food aisle, then! *walks to the bathroom*
Hermione: Hey, watch where you're- Ron?!
Ron: *turns the color of a tomato* Eggs...threw...tripped...canned food aisle...
Hermione: *looks at him oddly, but strangely understands what he said.* Oh, I'll be in the canned food aisle then, k?
Ron: *looks at her incredulously and nods his head*
Meanwhile Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were at the sweets aisle.... (In other words, that thing where the candy is that you scoop out and put into a bag)
Draco: So, do you guys have any ideas of how to get back at Potter and the Gits yet? *Crabbe and Goyle shake their heads blankly.*
Draco: *thinks hard* It has to be something...that looks like we weren't the ones doing it... *Crabbe looks like he is thinking hard, if that's humanly possible*
Crabbe: How about... (no, you won't find out till later)
Draco: *looks a little amazed and weirded out* Crabbe, you're scaring me...that plan might actually work. *Crabbe and Goyle grin.*
*Finally, Ron is back and Neville meets up with him Harry, and Hermione in the canned food aisle after half an hour.*
Hermione: What took you so long, Neville?
Neville: I, um, got lost...
Hermione: Oh... well, could you get the next item on the list, then? We already got canned peaches and pears.*
Neville: Ok, what is it?
Hermione: *reads list* Canned ravioli- no that's spaghetti, that's ziti, no that's Spaghettio's! *looks annoyed as does Harry and Ron*
Neville: Uh oh, Spaghettio! *finally succeeds in finding ravioli and throws it in the cart* Anything else?
Hermione: Yeah, green beans- but why don't I get them? *gets green beans and puts them in the cart* Now we have to go to the sweets aisle.
Ron: YEAH, MY FAVORITE AISLE!
Harry, Neville and Hermione in unison: *in an undertone* Naturally. *They walk to the sweets aisle*
Hermione: The first thing we need is a pound of gummy bears.
Ron: I'll get them! *opens up the flap of gummy bears, sticks his hand in, uses his free hand to get a bag, and puts them in*
Hermione: You're supposed to use a scoop, Ron!
Ron: Oops, sorry.
Harry: Next?
Hermione: Two pounds of lemon drops *giggles, as does Harry and Ron; Neville stares blankly*
Harry: *to Neville* Dumbledore loves lemon drops...
Neville: *a look of comprehension comes over his face* Oh!
Ron: Yeah, how much would you bet that these are for Dumbledore?
Harry: So is that it, Hermione?
Hermione: No, we still need half a pound of... *she is cut short by Ron*
Ron: SAMPLES!!!!!!!! *Runs to where the sample people are, which is about 10 feet from the candy aisle* (It's samples day) *Harry and Neville look over at the samples hopefully*
Hermione: *sighs* Go on, I'll be there in a second; I just have to get some caramels, and I'll bring the cart.
Harry and Neville: Thanks! *they run to the samples*
Annoying sample person: Hello, would you like to try some apple cider?
Ron: Do you have pumpkin juice?
Annoying sample person: Don't be silly! If you like this, you can buy a gallon of it in the beverage aisle for just 10 pounds!
Ron: What do I look like, Ritchie Rich? *Sample person looks offended and walks away as Ron gulps down a cup of apple cider.* "AND ONLY ONE PER PERSON!" *the sample person yelled* Mmm...ahhh!!! *Ron starts tap dancing very fast on the spot and can't stop.* Ha-rry, Ne-ville....
But it was too late; Harry and Neville had both taken a sample of eggnog and Harry was now dancing like Michael Jackson in Thriller as Neville was singing "Summertime" This odd combination of singing and dancing drew a crowd, including Hermione, who thinks it's a joke.*
Hermione: Come on, stop it.
Neville: Chinese food makes me- we can't! Sick, and I think it's- the drinks- fly when...
Hermione: Oh, really...*takes a small sip of apple cider and starts spinning in circles continuously.* ahhhh!!!!!!
*Draco, Crabbe and Goyle finally arrive, bursting out laughing.*
Harry: MALFOY! WHAT DID YOU DO? *is still dancing like Michael Jackson*
Draco: Don't worry; unfortunately it wares out after a while. *Some people are so impressed with Harry's moon walking that they drop coins on the floor. Draco glowers.* Who did the Michael Jackson potion? *he whispered to Crabbe and Goyle; Goyle nodded guiltily. McGonagall comes over and stares at them strictly and then beckons them to come over to her. Dumbledore is amused by the whole thing and tries to moonwalk unsuccessfully.* *After Harry's dancing wares out the crowd goes away. Gradually, Ron's, Neville's and Hermione's potions run out, but it takes a while for Hermione to stop spinning.*
Hermione: Oh, I'm going to get Malfoy! *Is so dizzy that she falls*
Ron: Here. *pulls her up*
Hermione: *blushes* Thanks Ron, and that was some tap dancing!
Ron: *tries to look cool* It was nothing, I'm a natural. *they all laugh*
~*~*End of Chapter 3. I'll continue if I get at least 5 reviews and if I'm not too busy! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter; I think it was a little bit longer than the first two.*~*~
Movie Trivia: What movie is this line from? "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get." Come on, this should be easy!
Thanks to these people for reviewing this chapter: bookwormem, avadakedavra922 and both for being regular reviewers! The answer to the trivia question was Forrest Gump. I'll try to get a chapter in like a week or two.
P.S.: Either no one noticed the ? at the bottom of the 2nd chapter, didn't know, or just didn't answer it, the answer to the ? was The Burbs (w/Tom Hanks, of course). R&R : )
Chapter 3: The dairy, canned food, and sweets aisles
*Harry and Ron are still recovering from the shock of seeing muggles asking for Snape's autograph. Luckily, the "weird muggles" failed to notice Harry and Hermione, or Neville, who was getting milk.*
Hermione: *claps her hands in Harry's and Ron's faces.* SNAP OUT OF IT!
*Ron gives a slight jump and Harry starts.*
Harry: That...was freaky.
Ron: No kidding, mate. So Hermione, what aisle do we need to go to next?
Hermione: The dairy aisle, or the one we're in, remember?
Ron: Oh yeah...*face gets red blotches on it.*
Harry: What do we need from here?
Hermione: A half-gallon of milk...
Ron: Does it matter what kind?
Hermione: Uh, it says regular, chocolate, or strawberry.
Ron: CHOCOLATE! *grabs a half-gallon of chocolate milk and dunks it into the cart like Michael Jordan.* SCORE! *Just then, an explosion is heard, and regular 2% reduced fat milk showers them; most people just get sprinkled a bit, but Hermione gets the worst of it: all over her hair. Luckily, Snape had traipsed to another aisle. They are all confused at first, but then they turn and see Neville cowering with his wand out; he quickly hides it.*
Harry: NEVILLE!
Neville: Um, sorry guys, I, uh... tried to use the wingardium leviosa spell to float the milk to my cart, but...
Hermione: *ringing milk out of her hair* Neville, you're not supposed to use magic here, it's a muggle store...how many times do I have to keep telling people that?
Neville: Sorry. *still cowering*
Hermione: *sighs* It's ok, Neville. *looks around and sees that Neville doesn't have any partners* Er-where are your partners?
Neville: *grows pale* I...don't....everyone partnered with someone else...
Hermione: *looks sympathetic* Why don't you join our group, then?
Ron: But what about the three people to a- *he starts to say this hopefully, but Hermione gives him a stern look so much like McGonagall's that he stops talking immediately.*
Hermione: I think Dumbledore will allow you to be in our group, Neville; the number of students are uneven anyway. *Neville gives a slight grin.* Now, excuse me, but, I have to go scourgify all of this milk out of my hair.
Ron: But what about the no magic rule?
Hermione: Oh, Ron, honestly... *goes to the restroom*
Harry: Look, the list's on the floor; Hermione must've dropped it when the milk explosion occurred. *Neville turns pale yet again as Harry picks up the list and shakes it to get the milk off of it.* Next it says to get shredded cheese, any kind. Hmm... *looks around at all of the cheeses, but settles on Colby and Monterey Jack.*
Ron: Next?
Harry: A dozen of eggs, no that's half a dozen, Ron- check to make sure they're not cracked- no, that's 18 eggs,- there, that's a dozen.
Ron: Here, Harry catch! *Ron throws the eggs to Harry, who is about 5 feet away, and Harry, reading the list, fails to notice the flying carton of eggs, and as a result, they all crack and splatter all over the floor.* Ron!
Ron: Oops, I didn't know! My mum's eggs have a spell on them so that they won't crack until you're ready to use them!
Harry: *checks list quickly* Ok, that's all we need from here, lets scramble...I mean scram! *Harry runs away just fine, but Ron trips in the egg yolks and gets them all over his face.*
Ron: !@#$... Harry, I'll be right back...
Harry: Ok, meet you in the canned food aisle! *Harry sprints away from the "crime scene" as Ron covers his face and runs to the bathroom, almost running into Hermione.*
Neville: Hey, Harry, wait up! *trips in the egg yolks too.* &*@& I'll meet you in the canned food aisle, then! *walks to the bathroom*
Hermione: Hey, watch where you're- Ron?!
Ron: *turns the color of a tomato* Eggs...threw...tripped...canned food aisle...
Hermione: *looks at him oddly, but strangely understands what he said.* Oh, I'll be in the canned food aisle then, k?
Ron: *looks at her incredulously and nods his head*
Meanwhile Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were at the sweets aisle.... (In other words, that thing where the candy is that you scoop out and put into a bag)
Draco: So, do you guys have any ideas of how to get back at Potter and the Gits yet? *Crabbe and Goyle shake their heads blankly.*
Draco: *thinks hard* It has to be something...that looks like we weren't the ones doing it... *Crabbe looks like he is thinking hard, if that's humanly possible*
Crabbe: How about... (no, you won't find out till later)
Draco: *looks a little amazed and weirded out* Crabbe, you're scaring me...that plan might actually work. *Crabbe and Goyle grin.*
*Finally, Ron is back and Neville meets up with him Harry, and Hermione in the canned food aisle after half an hour.*
Hermione: What took you so long, Neville?
Neville: I, um, got lost...
Hermione: Oh... well, could you get the next item on the list, then? We already got canned peaches and pears.*
Neville: Ok, what is it?
Hermione: *reads list* Canned ravioli- no that's spaghetti, that's ziti, no that's Spaghettio's! *looks annoyed as does Harry and Ron*
Neville: Uh oh, Spaghettio! *finally succeeds in finding ravioli and throws it in the cart* Anything else?
Hermione: Yeah, green beans- but why don't I get them? *gets green beans and puts them in the cart* Now we have to go to the sweets aisle.
Ron: YEAH, MY FAVORITE AISLE!
Harry, Neville and Hermione in unison: *in an undertone* Naturally. *They walk to the sweets aisle*
Hermione: The first thing we need is a pound of gummy bears.
Ron: I'll get them! *opens up the flap of gummy bears, sticks his hand in, uses his free hand to get a bag, and puts them in*
Hermione: You're supposed to use a scoop, Ron!
Ron: Oops, sorry.
Harry: Next?
Hermione: Two pounds of lemon drops *giggles, as does Harry and Ron; Neville stares blankly*
Harry: *to Neville* Dumbledore loves lemon drops...
Neville: *a look of comprehension comes over his face* Oh!
Ron: Yeah, how much would you bet that these are for Dumbledore?
Harry: So is that it, Hermione?
Hermione: No, we still need half a pound of... *she is cut short by Ron*
Ron: SAMPLES!!!!!!!! *Runs to where the sample people are, which is about 10 feet from the candy aisle* (It's samples day) *Harry and Neville look over at the samples hopefully*
Hermione: *sighs* Go on, I'll be there in a second; I just have to get some caramels, and I'll bring the cart.
Harry and Neville: Thanks! *they run to the samples*
Annoying sample person: Hello, would you like to try some apple cider?
Ron: Do you have pumpkin juice?
Annoying sample person: Don't be silly! If you like this, you can buy a gallon of it in the beverage aisle for just 10 pounds!
Ron: What do I look like, Ritchie Rich? *Sample person looks offended and walks away as Ron gulps down a cup of apple cider.* "AND ONLY ONE PER PERSON!" *the sample person yelled* Mmm...ahhh!!! *Ron starts tap dancing very fast on the spot and can't stop.* Ha-rry, Ne-ville....
But it was too late; Harry and Neville had both taken a sample of eggnog and Harry was now dancing like Michael Jackson in Thriller as Neville was singing "Summertime" This odd combination of singing and dancing drew a crowd, including Hermione, who thinks it's a joke.*
Hermione: Come on, stop it.
Neville: Chinese food makes me- we can't! Sick, and I think it's- the drinks- fly when...
Hermione: Oh, really...*takes a small sip of apple cider and starts spinning in circles continuously.* ahhhh!!!!!!
*Draco, Crabbe and Goyle finally arrive, bursting out laughing.*
Harry: MALFOY! WHAT DID YOU DO? *is still dancing like Michael Jackson*
Draco: Don't worry; unfortunately it wares out after a while. *Some people are so impressed with Harry's moon walking that they drop coins on the floor. Draco glowers.* Who did the Michael Jackson potion? *he whispered to Crabbe and Goyle; Goyle nodded guiltily. McGonagall comes over and stares at them strictly and then beckons them to come over to her. Dumbledore is amused by the whole thing and tries to moonwalk unsuccessfully.* *After Harry's dancing wares out the crowd goes away. Gradually, Ron's, Neville's and Hermione's potions run out, but it takes a while for Hermione to stop spinning.*
Hermione: Oh, I'm going to get Malfoy! *Is so dizzy that she falls*
Ron: Here. *pulls her up*
Hermione: *blushes* Thanks Ron, and that was some tap dancing!
Ron: *tries to look cool* It was nothing, I'm a natural. *they all laugh*
~*~*End of Chapter 3. I'll continue if I get at least 5 reviews and if I'm not too busy! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter; I think it was a little bit longer than the first two.*~*~
Movie Trivia: What movie is this line from? "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get." Come on, this should be easy!