Disclaimer: urgh! WHY would I want to own Harry Potter?!?! *look of
disgust* *bursts out laughing* I wish I owned it. But, sadly, the only
characters that I own in this fic are Cheryl, Marilyn, Dave, and Lucy.
There may be more later...but that's all that I own now. Ok? Ok!
A/N: I can't believe I don't have any reviews yet! Well, I hope someone's reading. Please, please, please, please, please, R&R! Flame me if you want to! I don't care! I just want reviews!
~Detri~
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The Ski Trip
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Chapter Two
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Aunt Cheryl
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"Dad! Come ON! We're going to miss the flight!!!" Hermione called as she ran out the door. Her Father, Dave, wasn't too enthused about it. He was dawdling like crazy.
After Hermione and Marilyn yelled at him enough, he finally got into the passenger's seat of the car. They drove to the airport and went to get rid of their luggage. As her mom took care of that, Hermione looked at the busy airport. For 4:30 in the morning, it sure was busy there.
She turned around and a person ran into her. She looked up and saw the person walk by without so much as a 'sorry' or 'here, let me help you.' The only thing she saw of them as they hurried away was a flash of platinum blonde hair before they disappeared into the crowd.
"Come on, honey. We need to get upstairs, and fast." Her mom said, and helped her up. Her mom took off into the crowd, and Hermione grabbed her dad's hand and drug him after her mom.
They rushed across the airport to the metal detector (A/N: Does anyone know what those are called? Because I'm clueless when it comes to this) and rushed through it. That went smoothly until Hermione went through it. There was a beep and Hermione looked at what she had on.
She took off her watch and walked through again. Beep. Keys. Walk. Beep. Belt. Walk. Beep. Hair clip. Walk. Beep. Ring. Walk. Beep.
"Urgh!!!!!" She moaned. She looked at what all she had on and didn't see anything else that would be offending. The person behind the counter took out the hand held metal detector and ran it down her sides. It beeped at her bag she was carrying. She looked at the person and opened her bag. Nothing seemed to look like it would set off the alarm.
They sent it through the scanner and it turned out that her wand was setting off the alarm. She put it in the tray and walked through. Nothing. Finally. She gathered everything she had and walked to her parents.
They all ran to their terminal and got there just in time for them to board.
"Finally. We made it." Hermione said as she sat down in her seat, which was a window seat. There wasn't much to see, though, since it was 5:00 a.m. Just a few lights here and there.
"Please fasten your seatbelts, have your tray tables up, and your seat in the upright position. We will be taking off within 10 minutes. Thank you." The flight attendant's voice called over the p.a. system.
Hermione got out a pack of gum and sat up straight. She had only been on a plane once before, and that was when she was 5, and visiting her aunt (ironically enough) in Montana. She popped a piece of gum into her mouth and started chewing. Her mom told her that your ears popped when you were in takeoff on a plane, so she decided to chew gum.
She started to feel the plane moving and she turned to see her dad's back straight in the chair and grinding his teeth.
"Dad. It's not like Aunt Cheryl hates you or anything. I'm sure she'll be glad to see you. To see us. I mean, come on. Don't you miss her just a little bit?" Hermione asked.
"It's not your Aunt that's bothering me. I...Hate...Planes..." He said through gritted teeth as the plane took off.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Five hours later in Salt Lake City, Hermione and her mom and dad got off the plane and went to go find a restaurant. They decided to not eat any airline food, so they went to the American Bandstand Restaurant. They all ordered French toast and they ate it quickly.
Hermione asked if she could go look around for a half hour and meet them in the terminal. Her parents agreed, as long as she had a map of the airport, which she did.
She was walking around and came to a souvenir shop. She stepped inside and looked around. She was looking at a bunch of key chains when she saw the same flash of blonde hair that she had seen at London International Airport. She looked at who it was, but their back was turned, so she decided that it didn't really matter and left the shop.
She walked around for another ten minutes when she decided to walk around the area of her terminal. She got there right as her parents were. They asked her where she had gone and if she bought anything, but before she could answer, there was an announcement over the p.a. system that their flight was boarding. So they got in line to board.
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Two hours later in Logan International Airport, they boarded to find Aunt Cheryl waiting for them.
"Dave! You're here! I didn't think you'd come! And Marilyn! How are you? Hermione? Is that you? Is that the little five year old I saw chasing butterflies at home? Come 'ere you!" Aunt Cheryl said, giving them each a hug.
"Well, Cheryl, it's so nice to see you! How's the mountain? Is the snow good? Are you getting good business?" Marilyn asked.
"Oh, it's wonderful this season! Almost all of the runs are open and Red Lodge has the best snow this year. We've even opened up Palisades! It hasn't been open for years! And business is wonderful!" Cheryl then started leading them down the stairs and took them to the baggage return.
Hermione looked at this airport and decided it was, by far, the smallest she had been in all trip. There were kites hanging from the ceiling and wasn't very crowded compared to the other airports. She walked out the doors, and decided that she liked little towns. Because it wasn't so busy. Aunt Cheryl led them to her cart and they all put their baggage in her trunk. They hopped into the car and Aunt Cheryl drove off down the road.
"Red Lodge, here we come!"
A/N: I can't believe I don't have any reviews yet! Well, I hope someone's reading. Please, please, please, please, please, R&R! Flame me if you want to! I don't care! I just want reviews!
~Detri~
************
The Ski Trip
************
Chapter Two
************
Aunt Cheryl
************
"Dad! Come ON! We're going to miss the flight!!!" Hermione called as she ran out the door. Her Father, Dave, wasn't too enthused about it. He was dawdling like crazy.
After Hermione and Marilyn yelled at him enough, he finally got into the passenger's seat of the car. They drove to the airport and went to get rid of their luggage. As her mom took care of that, Hermione looked at the busy airport. For 4:30 in the morning, it sure was busy there.
She turned around and a person ran into her. She looked up and saw the person walk by without so much as a 'sorry' or 'here, let me help you.' The only thing she saw of them as they hurried away was a flash of platinum blonde hair before they disappeared into the crowd.
"Come on, honey. We need to get upstairs, and fast." Her mom said, and helped her up. Her mom took off into the crowd, and Hermione grabbed her dad's hand and drug him after her mom.
They rushed across the airport to the metal detector (A/N: Does anyone know what those are called? Because I'm clueless when it comes to this) and rushed through it. That went smoothly until Hermione went through it. There was a beep and Hermione looked at what she had on.
She took off her watch and walked through again. Beep. Keys. Walk. Beep. Belt. Walk. Beep. Hair clip. Walk. Beep. Ring. Walk. Beep.
"Urgh!!!!!" She moaned. She looked at what all she had on and didn't see anything else that would be offending. The person behind the counter took out the hand held metal detector and ran it down her sides. It beeped at her bag she was carrying. She looked at the person and opened her bag. Nothing seemed to look like it would set off the alarm.
They sent it through the scanner and it turned out that her wand was setting off the alarm. She put it in the tray and walked through. Nothing. Finally. She gathered everything she had and walked to her parents.
They all ran to their terminal and got there just in time for them to board.
"Finally. We made it." Hermione said as she sat down in her seat, which was a window seat. There wasn't much to see, though, since it was 5:00 a.m. Just a few lights here and there.
"Please fasten your seatbelts, have your tray tables up, and your seat in the upright position. We will be taking off within 10 minutes. Thank you." The flight attendant's voice called over the p.a. system.
Hermione got out a pack of gum and sat up straight. She had only been on a plane once before, and that was when she was 5, and visiting her aunt (ironically enough) in Montana. She popped a piece of gum into her mouth and started chewing. Her mom told her that your ears popped when you were in takeoff on a plane, so she decided to chew gum.
She started to feel the plane moving and she turned to see her dad's back straight in the chair and grinding his teeth.
"Dad. It's not like Aunt Cheryl hates you or anything. I'm sure she'll be glad to see you. To see us. I mean, come on. Don't you miss her just a little bit?" Hermione asked.
"It's not your Aunt that's bothering me. I...Hate...Planes..." He said through gritted teeth as the plane took off.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Five hours later in Salt Lake City, Hermione and her mom and dad got off the plane and went to go find a restaurant. They decided to not eat any airline food, so they went to the American Bandstand Restaurant. They all ordered French toast and they ate it quickly.
Hermione asked if she could go look around for a half hour and meet them in the terminal. Her parents agreed, as long as she had a map of the airport, which she did.
She was walking around and came to a souvenir shop. She stepped inside and looked around. She was looking at a bunch of key chains when she saw the same flash of blonde hair that she had seen at London International Airport. She looked at who it was, but their back was turned, so she decided that it didn't really matter and left the shop.
She walked around for another ten minutes when she decided to walk around the area of her terminal. She got there right as her parents were. They asked her where she had gone and if she bought anything, but before she could answer, there was an announcement over the p.a. system that their flight was boarding. So they got in line to board.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Two hours later in Logan International Airport, they boarded to find Aunt Cheryl waiting for them.
"Dave! You're here! I didn't think you'd come! And Marilyn! How are you? Hermione? Is that you? Is that the little five year old I saw chasing butterflies at home? Come 'ere you!" Aunt Cheryl said, giving them each a hug.
"Well, Cheryl, it's so nice to see you! How's the mountain? Is the snow good? Are you getting good business?" Marilyn asked.
"Oh, it's wonderful this season! Almost all of the runs are open and Red Lodge has the best snow this year. We've even opened up Palisades! It hasn't been open for years! And business is wonderful!" Cheryl then started leading them down the stairs and took them to the baggage return.
Hermione looked at this airport and decided it was, by far, the smallest she had been in all trip. There were kites hanging from the ceiling and wasn't very crowded compared to the other airports. She walked out the doors, and decided that she liked little towns. Because it wasn't so busy. Aunt Cheryl led them to her cart and they all put their baggage in her trunk. They hopped into the car and Aunt Cheryl drove off down the road.
"Red Lodge, here we come!"