Genie and the author stood there while Ron was crying from trying to figure out what was happening.
The author patted Ron after a while trying to make him stop. "It's alright Ron. We'll explain it really slowly." she glared at Genie for a moment. "You better explain how I, the one who created you, is wrong about genies."
"Well simple you didn't study them enough and wrote this just on the fact that Aladdin was on when you happen to pass the living room." Genie explained (which is true and I still won't look up any info on genies). "Also the main rules are if we don't say any of the "rules" in the first place *which we try not to* we can do anything for our master."
'And yet they still have masters....' the author thought to herself. "Okay then..."
Ron sniffed, seemingly finished his tears, "So who are you?"
"Me?" the author asked. "I am a freshman who loves being creative and odd, I also happened to write you into my story.... which I am still trying to complete."
Ron looked dumbstricken, "Uh huh. So what's your name?"
"I go by many names, but you can call me The Author." The Author said.
"So you don't have a real name?" Genie asked.
"Well it's confidential." The Author said. "Though I have to admit it is in other stories I have written, though the characters don't reflect me..." she started rambling.
"You know I think we should go somewhere else..." Ron finally said. "I have to finish shopping."
"Well I can't join you for that, but I'll drop by later." The Author went off into one of the pyramids.
While Ron went off with Genie to the shops.
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Wormtail was fed up with how persistent the original sales people were (since he was conned into buying a pretty vase). He started to walk around the black market looking at magical odds 'n ends, almost forgetting why he was there in the first place... While looking at some carpets he spotted one of Harry Potter's elusive friends, Ronald Weasley, walking with an odd green figure. Ignoring the obvious picture he continued to look at the rugs, but found the one he was looking at was gone. Looking around for it he saw it was following the green figure behind the Weasley child. Thinking this was very suspicious he followed the two.
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Ron was looking at the brooms they had in stock, he thought he'd buy a new one since his family now had money, and he was a pretty good keeper. Purchasing a Lighting Bolt, he and Genie went back to the hotel, with a little rat following them.
Hermione bumped into Ron on her way to the hotel.
"Hey Ron! -- OMG that's a genie!" Hermione walked around the green genie.
"Why are witches and wizards more surprized then muggles?!" Genie asked.
"And he talks! I've never heard of a genie speaking their mind in any of the books I've read."
"Books lie honey." Genie said making a nail file come out of nowhere.
"No." Hermione said quietly with a quivering lip.
Genie nodded, "yes"
"Nooooooooooo!" Hermione shouted running into the hotel with tears in her eyes.
"What did you do that for?" Ron said, looking back longing at the tear filled Hermione.
"Someone had to tell her the truth." Genie said looking at his nails.
"Apologize to her now!" Ron screamed.
"Or what?" Genie asked.
"I won't set you free."
"No one has set one of us free yet." Genie said sadly.
"I am sorry about that, but I don't want my Hermy to be upset." Ron sniffled, thinking about slow-mo-meadow-happy-thoughts with Hermione.
"You haven't even got her yet!" Genie said in his high pitched squeaky voice.
"I got her just where I want her." Ron smiled.
*cough*loser*cough* Genie spluttered.
As they were entering the hotel Harry bumped into them.
"Hey Ron." Harry smiled. "I was wondering if you had .... hey, that's my genie!" he cried.
"N.... n no it isn't." Ron said.
"You got yours at the black market I suppose? Because mine just went missing." Harry said.
"Oh." Ron said. "You had one and you didn't tell me about it!" Ron said using the guilt trip thing again.
"Well if I didn't tell you it is for not telling me about the Order and such." Harry threw back at him.
"It wasn't my fault!" Ron cried out.
"Sure it wasn't." Harry said.
Genie was looking very bored, for this argument could go on for hours, so he took off past the hotel. Walking around, he felt that someone was following him. Knowing that the lamp was in safe hands, (okay fairly safe and stupid hands...) he would be fine.
Peter was walking behind the blue/green genie waiting to capture it. Taking out his wand he used a binding spell and it took hold of the genie. Peter jumped for joy and dragged the genie towards himself.
"Yes! I have captured you, and my master will be very pleased."
Genie looked him over, "Oh sacre bleu! I have been captured by the enemy." he said sarcastically.
"Yes you have been captured and you will soon serve my master!" Peter smiled, and started to drag the genie.
Genie let the man dragged him for a bit, "If your master already has servants why does he need me?"
"Because you are a genie, and he asked for you." Peter said absentmindedly.
"Okay, but I already have a master." 'Alright I don't know who my master is, but I know have one, right?' he asked himself. "So how are you going to accomplish giving me to your master?"
Peter said happily, "Because I have captured you."
Genie stopped walking behind the little man and the binding spell stopped holding him. "Okay." and he walked off the other direction.
"I can't believe you!" Harry said.
"Well I can have a life." Ron said.
"Yeah but with Hermione?!" he said still in shock.
"Yes, I love her."
"I didn't think a girl could come between us mate!" Harry said now almost sniffling.
"She isn't coming between us, Harry." Ron said. "It's just I like her better than you."
"Well I am back." Genie said trying to stop their conversation. "Do you want me to wish you something?"
No one answered but they continued to argue against what they are arguing about....
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A/N: I know this chapter was drabble, but I had major writter's block.
The author patted Ron after a while trying to make him stop. "It's alright Ron. We'll explain it really slowly." she glared at Genie for a moment. "You better explain how I, the one who created you, is wrong about genies."
"Well simple you didn't study them enough and wrote this just on the fact that Aladdin was on when you happen to pass the living room." Genie explained (which is true and I still won't look up any info on genies). "Also the main rules are if we don't say any of the "rules" in the first place *which we try not to* we can do anything for our master."
'And yet they still have masters....' the author thought to herself. "Okay then..."
Ron sniffed, seemingly finished his tears, "So who are you?"
"Me?" the author asked. "I am a freshman who loves being creative and odd, I also happened to write you into my story.... which I am still trying to complete."
Ron looked dumbstricken, "Uh huh. So what's your name?"
"I go by many names, but you can call me The Author." The Author said.
"So you don't have a real name?" Genie asked.
"Well it's confidential." The Author said. "Though I have to admit it is in other stories I have written, though the characters don't reflect me..." she started rambling.
"You know I think we should go somewhere else..." Ron finally said. "I have to finish shopping."
"Well I can't join you for that, but I'll drop by later." The Author went off into one of the pyramids.
While Ron went off with Genie to the shops.
*
Wormtail was fed up with how persistent the original sales people were (since he was conned into buying a pretty vase). He started to walk around the black market looking at magical odds 'n ends, almost forgetting why he was there in the first place... While looking at some carpets he spotted one of Harry Potter's elusive friends, Ronald Weasley, walking with an odd green figure. Ignoring the obvious picture he continued to look at the rugs, but found the one he was looking at was gone. Looking around for it he saw it was following the green figure behind the Weasley child. Thinking this was very suspicious he followed the two.
*
Ron was looking at the brooms they had in stock, he thought he'd buy a new one since his family now had money, and he was a pretty good keeper. Purchasing a Lighting Bolt, he and Genie went back to the hotel, with a little rat following them.
Hermione bumped into Ron on her way to the hotel.
"Hey Ron! -- OMG that's a genie!" Hermione walked around the green genie.
"Why are witches and wizards more surprized then muggles?!" Genie asked.
"And he talks! I've never heard of a genie speaking their mind in any of the books I've read."
"Books lie honey." Genie said making a nail file come out of nowhere.
"No." Hermione said quietly with a quivering lip.
Genie nodded, "yes"
"Nooooooooooo!" Hermione shouted running into the hotel with tears in her eyes.
"What did you do that for?" Ron said, looking back longing at the tear filled Hermione.
"Someone had to tell her the truth." Genie said looking at his nails.
"Apologize to her now!" Ron screamed.
"Or what?" Genie asked.
"I won't set you free."
"No one has set one of us free yet." Genie said sadly.
"I am sorry about that, but I don't want my Hermy to be upset." Ron sniffled, thinking about slow-mo-meadow-happy-thoughts with Hermione.
"You haven't even got her yet!" Genie said in his high pitched squeaky voice.
"I got her just where I want her." Ron smiled.
*cough*loser*cough* Genie spluttered.
As they were entering the hotel Harry bumped into them.
"Hey Ron." Harry smiled. "I was wondering if you had .... hey, that's my genie!" he cried.
"N.... n no it isn't." Ron said.
"You got yours at the black market I suppose? Because mine just went missing." Harry said.
"Oh." Ron said. "You had one and you didn't tell me about it!" Ron said using the guilt trip thing again.
"Well if I didn't tell you it is for not telling me about the Order and such." Harry threw back at him.
"It wasn't my fault!" Ron cried out.
"Sure it wasn't." Harry said.
Genie was looking very bored, for this argument could go on for hours, so he took off past the hotel. Walking around, he felt that someone was following him. Knowing that the lamp was in safe hands, (okay fairly safe and stupid hands...) he would be fine.
Peter was walking behind the blue/green genie waiting to capture it. Taking out his wand he used a binding spell and it took hold of the genie. Peter jumped for joy and dragged the genie towards himself.
"Yes! I have captured you, and my master will be very pleased."
Genie looked him over, "Oh sacre bleu! I have been captured by the enemy." he said sarcastically.
"Yes you have been captured and you will soon serve my master!" Peter smiled, and started to drag the genie.
Genie let the man dragged him for a bit, "If your master already has servants why does he need me?"
"Because you are a genie, and he asked for you." Peter said absentmindedly.
"Okay, but I already have a master." 'Alright I don't know who my master is, but I know have one, right?' he asked himself. "So how are you going to accomplish giving me to your master?"
Peter said happily, "Because I have captured you."
Genie stopped walking behind the little man and the binding spell stopped holding him. "Okay." and he walked off the other direction.
"I can't believe you!" Harry said.
"Well I can have a life." Ron said.
"Yeah but with Hermione?!" he said still in shock.
"Yes, I love her."
"I didn't think a girl could come between us mate!" Harry said now almost sniffling.
"She isn't coming between us, Harry." Ron said. "It's just I like her better than you."
"Well I am back." Genie said trying to stop their conversation. "Do you want me to wish you something?"
No one answered but they continued to argue against what they are arguing about....
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A/N: I know this chapter was drabble, but I had major writter's block.