Chapter 19 of OWWTNYB
YEAH THE WINGS CLOSED OUT NASHVILE IN SIX GAMES, SHUTOUT! YEAH!!! BRING ON CALGARY OR COLORADO DIE!
OKay, now that I have that out of my system, I'll start the chapter.
Here we resume, right when Hermione has apparated into her room at her parents house, switched into some pajamas and went off to take a shower.
Around thirty minutes later Hermione goes down for breakfast.
"How was your date?" asked her father with a mischevious grin.
"Great," she answered giving nothing away.
"Well it must have been, considering you got home less then an hour ago," her mother added.
Hermione's orange juice went flying into her plate of eggs, and looked at her mother in disbelief.
"Are you implying something!"
"Not at all," her mother replied with a look of mirth.
"Your implying that just because I just arrived home from a date that something besides a wonderful dinner and a movie happened, I don't believe this! Your my parents, aren't you supposed to be interogating me, and wanting to wring Harry's neck?"
"So what did happen?" Her Dad inquired.
"We had dinner, which Harry made, and watched a movie."
"Which movie?"
"A comedy with this actor who is quite popular in america, or so Harry told me, The Wedding Singer, wow was there a lot of eighties music, it was cute."
"Really, so you injoyed yourselves then?"
"Why wouldn't we?"
"What else happened?" Her father further inquired.
"We fell asleep, woke up this morning," she blushed, "and I came home."
"Is that all?"
"It's all I'm telling."
Back at Harry's flat, an extremely small hyperactive owl, or Pig as he is fondly called pecked on Harry's sliding door.
"'Ello Pig, what have you got there?" The little nutty owl flew around his head excitedly, "Can I have it, Pig?" He asked amused.
And finally after a few minutes, he grabbed the little owl out of the air and took his scroll, the other adressed to Hermione, and off Pigwidgeon went.
In Ron's handwriting was scrawled:
Harry-
How was your date? Want to go eat at that muggle restraunt with the slides and balls? Send Hedwig with your answer, around say 2.
-Ron
"McDonalds, why did we ever take him there? Why? Can't wait till he has kids and takes them to the ball pit, they'll want to leave before him," Harry muttered to himself. "What was it .... six hours till we got him to leave...."
Harry got ready for the day, had some toast and porridge (That's oatmeal right? or similar? Any british people out there? who can tell me right or wrong?).
Two O' Clock, McDonalds. Harry met up with Ron.
"Hey Ron, you paying or am I?"
"My treat," he answered with a sickly sweet smile.
"Here we go," Harry muttered.
They got up to the counter, "How may I help you?" asked the teen at the register.
"I'll have um, a, um, a..." Ron answered.
"I'll have a Quarter Pounder with Cheese meal, with a Coke."
"I'll have a....."
"Ron just order something, this is not a life or death situation."
"I'll have the same, but with a, what's the drink you introduced me to?"
"Which one, Ice Tea?"
"Yeah, that one, Ice Tea."
"Would you like lemon, sir?"
Ron looked to Harry, who nodded. "Yes."
"That'll be ---- pounds."
Ron payed the man, and they took there food, "No Ron, we're not eight year olds, why do we have to sit in the playplace?" Harry whined.
"Cause it's fun!"
"Are you going to have some kids quick, just so you can take them here?"
"I on't o," he shrugged, stuffing his mouth.
"I think Hermione was right."
"'Hat reminds me."
"What?"
"'Ow, as our ate?"
"Great."
"'Hat'd ou o?"
"We had dinner and watched a movie."
"Anything else?"
"Nothing I'll devulge."
"Aw, our o un!"
"Thank you."
"Hat asn't a ompliment!"
"Oh, I know."
................Half an hour later.
"No Ron I already told you, I WILL NOT GO INTO THE PLAY PLACE WITH YOU!"
"Why not?"
"Oh I don't know, we're nineteen, almost twenty, and you are getting married in a few months if you remember."
"Your no fun."
"And you sound like a five year old."
"No, I don't!"
"You do, see ya Ron, I'm getting out of here, the manager's coming, bye."
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There's chapter 19, and now, I'm lost, hopefully before next weekend I'll think up something new, well for the next chapter, hope you enjoyed that,
oh here's a question, Should Harry's roof cavein? Like mine?
ha ha ha ha
review please, thanks to the reviewers of the last chapter.
YEAH THE WINGS CLOSED OUT NASHVILE IN SIX GAMES, SHUTOUT! YEAH!!! BRING ON CALGARY OR COLORADO DIE!
OKay, now that I have that out of my system, I'll start the chapter.
Here we resume, right when Hermione has apparated into her room at her parents house, switched into some pajamas and went off to take a shower.
Around thirty minutes later Hermione goes down for breakfast.
"How was your date?" asked her father with a mischevious grin.
"Great," she answered giving nothing away.
"Well it must have been, considering you got home less then an hour ago," her mother added.
Hermione's orange juice went flying into her plate of eggs, and looked at her mother in disbelief.
"Are you implying something!"
"Not at all," her mother replied with a look of mirth.
"Your implying that just because I just arrived home from a date that something besides a wonderful dinner and a movie happened, I don't believe this! Your my parents, aren't you supposed to be interogating me, and wanting to wring Harry's neck?"
"So what did happen?" Her Dad inquired.
"We had dinner, which Harry made, and watched a movie."
"Which movie?"
"A comedy with this actor who is quite popular in america, or so Harry told me, The Wedding Singer, wow was there a lot of eighties music, it was cute."
"Really, so you injoyed yourselves then?"
"Why wouldn't we?"
"What else happened?" Her father further inquired.
"We fell asleep, woke up this morning," she blushed, "and I came home."
"Is that all?"
"It's all I'm telling."
Back at Harry's flat, an extremely small hyperactive owl, or Pig as he is fondly called pecked on Harry's sliding door.
"'Ello Pig, what have you got there?" The little nutty owl flew around his head excitedly, "Can I have it, Pig?" He asked amused.
And finally after a few minutes, he grabbed the little owl out of the air and took his scroll, the other adressed to Hermione, and off Pigwidgeon went.
In Ron's handwriting was scrawled:
Harry-
How was your date? Want to go eat at that muggle restraunt with the slides and balls? Send Hedwig with your answer, around say 2.
-Ron
"McDonalds, why did we ever take him there? Why? Can't wait till he has kids and takes them to the ball pit, they'll want to leave before him," Harry muttered to himself. "What was it .... six hours till we got him to leave...."
Harry got ready for the day, had some toast and porridge (That's oatmeal right? or similar? Any british people out there? who can tell me right or wrong?).
Two O' Clock, McDonalds. Harry met up with Ron.
"Hey Ron, you paying or am I?"
"My treat," he answered with a sickly sweet smile.
"Here we go," Harry muttered.
They got up to the counter, "How may I help you?" asked the teen at the register.
"I'll have um, a, um, a..." Ron answered.
"I'll have a Quarter Pounder with Cheese meal, with a Coke."
"I'll have a....."
"Ron just order something, this is not a life or death situation."
"I'll have the same, but with a, what's the drink you introduced me to?"
"Which one, Ice Tea?"
"Yeah, that one, Ice Tea."
"Would you like lemon, sir?"
Ron looked to Harry, who nodded. "Yes."
"That'll be ---- pounds."
Ron payed the man, and they took there food, "No Ron, we're not eight year olds, why do we have to sit in the playplace?" Harry whined.
"Cause it's fun!"
"Are you going to have some kids quick, just so you can take them here?"
"I on't o," he shrugged, stuffing his mouth.
"I think Hermione was right."
"'Hat reminds me."
"What?"
"'Ow, as our ate?"
"Great."
"'Hat'd ou o?"
"We had dinner and watched a movie."
"Anything else?"
"Nothing I'll devulge."
"Aw, our o un!"
"Thank you."
"Hat asn't a ompliment!"
"Oh, I know."
................Half an hour later.
"No Ron I already told you, I WILL NOT GO INTO THE PLAY PLACE WITH YOU!"
"Why not?"
"Oh I don't know, we're nineteen, almost twenty, and you are getting married in a few months if you remember."
"Your no fun."
"And you sound like a five year old."
"No, I don't!"
"You do, see ya Ron, I'm getting out of here, the manager's coming, bye."
~~~~~~~~~~`
There's chapter 19, and now, I'm lost, hopefully before next weekend I'll think up something new, well for the next chapter, hope you enjoyed that,
oh here's a question, Should Harry's roof cavein? Like mine?
ha ha ha ha
review please, thanks to the reviewers of the last chapter.