CHAPTER EIGHT
TO THE HOTEL!
The taxicab was quiet as they drove back to the hotel. Hermione, Ron, and Harry were sitting there motionless, and J.K. was also not moving, except for some twitches here and there.
Ron- ...Stupid hobos....instead of asking for money why not go and drown or something...
Hermione-...maybe if I tell Ron that I have to go study at the library, he'll let me out of the hotel and I can go clubbing.....
Harry- OH MY GOD HERMIONE'S LEG IS TOUCHING MINE...maybe tonight when Ron is asleep I can make my move...
J.K. Rowling-...This sack smells like potato and cherry pie....
*Note: I can read minds *
They got to the hotel and carried Rowling through the lobby and through the breakfast buffet. Hermione and Ron carried Rowling up the stairs while Harry was yelling ant them to do it better
"COME ON YOU GUYS! SOMEONE IS BOUND TO CATCH US BY THIS RATE!!!"
"WELL, HARRY, MAYBE WE COULD CARRY HER FASTER IF WE HAD HELP"
"YOU KNOW THAT MY DOCTOR SAID I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO LIFE HEAVY THINGS OR I WILL GET A HEMROID.... Or was that Hernia..."
"You kids know that there is an elevator down the hall. I don't really like being carried as much as you don't like carrying me."
"Well wouldn't that be the easy way out? HARRY POTTER DOESN'T LIKE THINGS TO BE EASY! WE HAVE TO CARRY EVERY THING TO A BIG DRAMATIC ENDING AND THEN I MUST TRIUMPH OVER EVIL...which in this case is Rowling."
-[2 hours later]-
In the hotel room, the gang left Rowling tied to a chair while they thought of all of the questions in the bathroom. Ron was in the bathtub, Harry was standing against the door and Hermione was sitting on the sink.
"I thought this would be easier back when we first started looking for Rowling..." Harry said while throwing little shampoo bottles in the waste basket.
"It isn't that hard," Hermione said. "All we have to do is ask her about the book and why she is writing those things about you and how she knows about you and your wizarding skills."
"You know what? I think that I want to eat dinner first. I have been starving for a couple hours." Ron said while rubbing his stomach.
"If you insist. You know that you are always hungry?" said Harry.
"Yea I know but I can't help it. I never get any food for dinner at home; I am always the last one to get anything. You know what?! We should have tacos for dinner! I will make the meat and grate the cheese."
"One thing is certain though, I can not cut the onions. They make me cry." Harry said.
"Every thing makes you cry Harry." Hermione said while smirking.
"IT DOES NOT!" Harry said crying while running out of the bathroom.
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The sink was full of dishes, the fridge was empty and the kitchen smelt like bean burritos. Ron was lying on the couch with his fly down, and Harry was in the bathroom, after being in the bathroom for an hour. Hermione was glad she had teriyaki instead of tacos. Harry finally came out of the bathroom, and followed him was a stench that even a house elf [cough*doby*cough cough [lol kayz-n-momo]].
"I feel like a new Harry. A Harry who lost 15lbs."
"That is the most fowl thing I have ever smelt in my whole life. And I've been to France." Hermione said.
"WICKED HARRY! THEY SHOULD MAKE STINK BOMBS LIKE THAT! IT COULD TAKE OUT AN INTIRE COUNTRY!" Ron said excitedly.
"I try, I try..." Harry said while looking around the room. "Hey, were is Rowling?!"
"SHE MUST HAVE GOTTEN AWAY WHEN WE WERE MAKING DINNER!" Ron screamed.
"Actually...I let her go while you guys were making your dinner..." Hermione said while looking down at the floor.
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FIN OF CHAPTER EIGHT
Note: I always wanted to do a cliffhanger...I don't know...maybe my ratings will go up Please R/R One more thing... again I am sorry for not updating sooner I 3 hobos
The taxicab was quiet as they drove back to the hotel. Hermione, Ron, and Harry were sitting there motionless, and J.K. was also not moving, except for some twitches here and there.
Ron- ...Stupid hobos....instead of asking for money why not go and drown or something...
Hermione-...maybe if I tell Ron that I have to go study at the library, he'll let me out of the hotel and I can go clubbing.....
Harry- OH MY GOD HERMIONE'S LEG IS TOUCHING MINE...maybe tonight when Ron is asleep I can make my move...
J.K. Rowling-...This sack smells like potato and cherry pie....
*Note: I can read minds *
They got to the hotel and carried Rowling through the lobby and through the breakfast buffet. Hermione and Ron carried Rowling up the stairs while Harry was yelling ant them to do it better
"COME ON YOU GUYS! SOMEONE IS BOUND TO CATCH US BY THIS RATE!!!"
"WELL, HARRY, MAYBE WE COULD CARRY HER FASTER IF WE HAD HELP"
"YOU KNOW THAT MY DOCTOR SAID I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO LIFE HEAVY THINGS OR I WILL GET A HEMROID.... Or was that Hernia..."
"You kids know that there is an elevator down the hall. I don't really like being carried as much as you don't like carrying me."
"Well wouldn't that be the easy way out? HARRY POTTER DOESN'T LIKE THINGS TO BE EASY! WE HAVE TO CARRY EVERY THING TO A BIG DRAMATIC ENDING AND THEN I MUST TRIUMPH OVER EVIL...which in this case is Rowling."
-[2 hours later]-
In the hotel room, the gang left Rowling tied to a chair while they thought of all of the questions in the bathroom. Ron was in the bathtub, Harry was standing against the door and Hermione was sitting on the sink.
"I thought this would be easier back when we first started looking for Rowling..." Harry said while throwing little shampoo bottles in the waste basket.
"It isn't that hard," Hermione said. "All we have to do is ask her about the book and why she is writing those things about you and how she knows about you and your wizarding skills."
"You know what? I think that I want to eat dinner first. I have been starving for a couple hours." Ron said while rubbing his stomach.
"If you insist. You know that you are always hungry?" said Harry.
"Yea I know but I can't help it. I never get any food for dinner at home; I am always the last one to get anything. You know what?! We should have tacos for dinner! I will make the meat and grate the cheese."
"One thing is certain though, I can not cut the onions. They make me cry." Harry said.
"Every thing makes you cry Harry." Hermione said while smirking.
"IT DOES NOT!" Harry said crying while running out of the bathroom.
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The sink was full of dishes, the fridge was empty and the kitchen smelt like bean burritos. Ron was lying on the couch with his fly down, and Harry was in the bathroom, after being in the bathroom for an hour. Hermione was glad she had teriyaki instead of tacos. Harry finally came out of the bathroom, and followed him was a stench that even a house elf [cough*doby*cough cough [lol kayz-n-momo]].
"I feel like a new Harry. A Harry who lost 15lbs."
"That is the most fowl thing I have ever smelt in my whole life. And I've been to France." Hermione said.
"WICKED HARRY! THEY SHOULD MAKE STINK BOMBS LIKE THAT! IT COULD TAKE OUT AN INTIRE COUNTRY!" Ron said excitedly.
"I try, I try..." Harry said while looking around the room. "Hey, were is Rowling?!"
"SHE MUST HAVE GOTTEN AWAY WHEN WE WERE MAKING DINNER!" Ron screamed.
"Actually...I let her go while you guys were making your dinner..." Hermione said while looking down at the floor.
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FIN OF CHAPTER EIGHT
Note: I always wanted to do a cliffhanger...I don't know...maybe my ratings will go up Please R/R One more thing... again I am sorry for not updating sooner I 3 hobos