Ron stared at the young girl with amazement. How could he have missed
such a beautiful girl that live in the same house as he did. She was
wearing the Gryffindor robes. Ron didn't know what to say to her. Oddly
enough, she looked a bit familiar, but Ron couldn't quite put a name to
her face.
"My name is Frances Granger. You're Ron Weasley, right?"
Ron's jaw dropped. "Did you say Granger?"
"Yes."
"Bloody hell! Are you in any way related to Hermione Granger?"
"I suppose so. I have been told that my family is very large. People
from my family lives everywhere from the United Kingdom to the United
States, and anywhere that is not united. If you don't know a Granger
then I feel sorry for you." Frances said rather pompously. "Are you
going to answer my question?"
"What?"
"Are you Ron Weasley?"
"Yes, that's me." Ron said the annoyance very apparent in his voice.
Ron could now see the resemblance between Frances and Hermione. They
were both blithering idiots at times. They were both very pompous.
Despite the fact that they were both annoying, Ron couldn't get past
the fact that Hermione didn't tell him that she had other family in the
school.
"So who is this Hermione Granger anyway? And what kind of name is
Hermione? Sounds like some kind of a poisonous plant."
"Hermione Granger is one of my best friends! It's also bloody rude of
you to talk about family that way!"
"I've never met the girl. I don't know her."
"That's a further reason for you not to say anything about her!"
"I'm sorry. I guess I should wait until after I meet her to judge. What
do you think?"
Ron turned back to the fire with a smug look on his face. He did not
like this girl, and the fact that she was a Granger didn't help
anything. Without looking back at Frances, Ron had to ask. "Where are
you from then?"
"Canada."
"Really. I have never heard a single good thing about an American."
That explains why she was being such a...a...an American.
"Talk about rude. You're not evening listening to me. I am from Canada"
She said nastily.
"I heard you, but, you see, saying that you are Canadian is like saying
that you are American. You deserved it, anyways."
Ron decided that he didn't like the Granger Family. The whole lot of
them that is. All except Hermione. He loved Hermione, and hated Harry
for taking her away from him. He had been so close...
"Okay Ron, I'm sorry. Can we start again?"
Ron turned around with a quizzical look on his face. "Are you bloody
mad?"
"No, I'm a Granger."
Ron knew that this was the only right answer to his question. "Yeah, I
guess I don't have a choice in the matter." With all hopes of a better
day gone, Ron smugly turned back to the fireplace.
"Hi! My name is Frances Granger. Are you Ron Weasley?"
such a beautiful girl that live in the same house as he did. She was
wearing the Gryffindor robes. Ron didn't know what to say to her. Oddly
enough, she looked a bit familiar, but Ron couldn't quite put a name to
her face.
"My name is Frances Granger. You're Ron Weasley, right?"
Ron's jaw dropped. "Did you say Granger?"
"Yes."
"Bloody hell! Are you in any way related to Hermione Granger?"
"I suppose so. I have been told that my family is very large. People
from my family lives everywhere from the United Kingdom to the United
States, and anywhere that is not united. If you don't know a Granger
then I feel sorry for you." Frances said rather pompously. "Are you
going to answer my question?"
"What?"
"Are you Ron Weasley?"
"Yes, that's me." Ron said the annoyance very apparent in his voice.
Ron could now see the resemblance between Frances and Hermione. They
were both blithering idiots at times. They were both very pompous.
Despite the fact that they were both annoying, Ron couldn't get past
the fact that Hermione didn't tell him that she had other family in the
school.
"So who is this Hermione Granger anyway? And what kind of name is
Hermione? Sounds like some kind of a poisonous plant."
"Hermione Granger is one of my best friends! It's also bloody rude of
you to talk about family that way!"
"I've never met the girl. I don't know her."
"That's a further reason for you not to say anything about her!"
"I'm sorry. I guess I should wait until after I meet her to judge. What
do you think?"
Ron turned back to the fire with a smug look on his face. He did not
like this girl, and the fact that she was a Granger didn't help
anything. Without looking back at Frances, Ron had to ask. "Where are
you from then?"
"Canada."
"Really. I have never heard a single good thing about an American."
That explains why she was being such a...a...an American.
"Talk about rude. You're not evening listening to me. I am from Canada"
She said nastily.
"I heard you, but, you see, saying that you are Canadian is like saying
that you are American. You deserved it, anyways."
Ron decided that he didn't like the Granger Family. The whole lot of
them that is. All except Hermione. He loved Hermione, and hated Harry
for taking her away from him. He had been so close...
"Okay Ron, I'm sorry. Can we start again?"
Ron turned around with a quizzical look on his face. "Are you bloody
mad?"
"No, I'm a Granger."
Ron knew that this was the only right answer to his question. "Yeah, I
guess I don't have a choice in the matter." With all hopes of a better
day gone, Ron smugly turned back to the fireplace.
"Hi! My name is Frances Granger. Are you Ron Weasley?"