Harry Potter 8: The Aftermath
Ch. 2: Home and Work
By: psychobutt31323
(Max and Thomas)
Max and Thomas: Olla!! Muchos gracias me amigos (Wazzup!! Thanks HEAPS, homies) for the reviews. Max: Sorry this chap took so long, my computer wouldn't let me type on my old document, so I had to type a whole new one. Then it did the same thing again, but I was smart winkand copy and pasted it. Max and Thomas: Now, we know you'll hate us for the short chappie last time, so we'll this one nice and LONG. So, without further ado, let the story CONTINUE!!!!
Cho was already dressed in a black t-shirt and faded blue jeans. Cho loved the bedroom, and she loved pretty much every other room in the house. She breathed in deeply, taking in all her surroundings. Just a crack of sunlight was filtering through the window and shining onto the bed. She looked around, examining all the familiar furniture. The bed in the middle of the room, the night stands on either side, the dresser on the left wall (Harry's) and right wall (Cho's), and the TV. on a ledge in the front of the room, perfect for nighttime channel surfing. Cho walked down the stairs, and into the kitchen, a room that didn't exactly fit with the rest of the house (you'll see what we mean when we describe the other rooms). Almost everything in this round, technology-themed room shone with a stainless steel twinkle. There was a double door refrigerator in the corner and a sink/dishwasher combo next to it. There was a microwave on the counter, a countertop you could barely see underneath stacks of parchment and (much to the annoyance of the occupants) photos and cupboards full of dishes and bowls and drawers full of cutlery. There was a table with two chairs, and more drawers full of spare parchment, quills, and ink and bigger cupboards filled with Magic-ware (wizard Tupperware). There was also a pantry with food and a trashcan. There was a door next to that that led to the family room, but we'll talk about that later. Now, let's get back to Harry.
Harry had Apperated to an old red phone booth, on a street with shabby looking offices, a pub and an overflowing dumpster. Harry opened the phone box door and walked inside, closing the door behind him with an extremely large squeak. Harry pulled the phone off the hook and dialed in 6, 2, 4, 4, 2, and when the dial moved back in place, a woman's voice said, "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business." Harry replied by clearly stating, "Harry Potter, Department of Magical Law Enforcement." Moments later, the female voice said, "Thank you" and the phone booth floor shook and slowly started to sink. The phone booth stopped and the voice said, "The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day." The door shot open and Harry stepped onto the highly polished wood floor of the Atrium. He withdrew a watch (a present from Dumbledore) from his robe, and looked at it, studying the 12 hands and the planets moving around the edge. He then realized that he had five minutes to get on the 2nd floor. He dashed off, praying to Merlin not to be late.
Max and Thomas: I know we're being mean, leaving you with that mini- cliffie, but we couldn't help ourselves. heh heh AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! They run from angry readers R&R!!!!