Harriet made his way cautiously down the stairs of The Leaky Cauldron
careful not to trip over his 6-inch stilettos. He now had contact lenses,
which were electric blue. Tom, the innkeeper, who had only just learnt to
control his laughter after 'Harriet' had given him a very offended stare,
passed him on the stairs, and decided not to say anything in case he might
start laughing again.
'What was up with that lad? He had always been a very solemn quiet little
thing...I would never have expected this...' He muttered to himself.
As Harriet passed all the early drinkers at the bar they all roared with
laughter.
"Alright there miss?" Said a voice in the corner, after Harriet had just
tripped over his stilettos.
"I'm fine...thank you." Said Harriet through gritted teeth.
Harriet left the pub, and, once outside, straightened his dress.
"I wonder what Ron and Hermione will think..." Said Harriet, extremely
worried. Harriet made his way to Gringots' bank, and saw Hermione waiting
outside.
"Erm...Hermione?"
"What?" She said turning around, and then, just about recognising who it
was she said, "OOOH!!!!" She jumped back, her handbag falling to the
ground. "Harry???!!" He had never seen her this shocked since the second
year when she had seen the basilisk. Her mouth was wide open, her bunny-
like teeth taking command of her whole face.
"How did I know you would react this way?..." Sighed Harriet, turning his
head away in exasperation.
"But...but...Harry...you...you're not serious are you?"
"Do you really think I'm not? God this is so typical! There is nothing
wrong with me!!!! I want to be this way!!!" Harriet screamed. Around them
several goblins and passersby were giggling to themselves. Realising this,
Harriet decided he had had enough.
"Alright, show's over!" He bellowed, and strode off down the alleyway.
"Harry...wait!" Hermione was running after him.
"It's Harriet actually." He said bitterly.
"Look...if you're serious and everything- which I am inclined to believe-
then well...you might as well do it properly..." He looked at her for a moment,
and was reassured by her sincere look. He smiled with relief.
"You know..." Said Harriet, deciding to break the ice, "I've always wanted to
know how to apply mascara...and well, as you can see, I- I haven't had much
success."
"Of course I'll show you Har-" she stopped for a moment realising her
mistake, "Harriet."
"Oh, how about Ron?"
"He can't make it, Errol had a little er...accident on his school books..."
They laughed together, and arm in arm, they set off down the alley to go
and have the biggest shop of their lifetime.
careful not to trip over his 6-inch stilettos. He now had contact lenses,
which were electric blue. Tom, the innkeeper, who had only just learnt to
control his laughter after 'Harriet' had given him a very offended stare,
passed him on the stairs, and decided not to say anything in case he might
start laughing again.
'What was up with that lad? He had always been a very solemn quiet little
thing...I would never have expected this...' He muttered to himself.
As Harriet passed all the early drinkers at the bar they all roared with
laughter.
"Alright there miss?" Said a voice in the corner, after Harriet had just
tripped over his stilettos.
"I'm fine...thank you." Said Harriet through gritted teeth.
Harriet left the pub, and, once outside, straightened his dress.
"I wonder what Ron and Hermione will think..." Said Harriet, extremely
worried. Harriet made his way to Gringots' bank, and saw Hermione waiting
outside.
"Erm...Hermione?"
"What?" She said turning around, and then, just about recognising who it
was she said, "OOOH!!!!" She jumped back, her handbag falling to the
ground. "Harry???!!" He had never seen her this shocked since the second
year when she had seen the basilisk. Her mouth was wide open, her bunny-
like teeth taking command of her whole face.
"How did I know you would react this way?..." Sighed Harriet, turning his
head away in exasperation.
"But...but...Harry...you...you're not serious are you?"
"Do you really think I'm not? God this is so typical! There is nothing
wrong with me!!!! I want to be this way!!!" Harriet screamed. Around them
several goblins and passersby were giggling to themselves. Realising this,
Harriet decided he had had enough.
"Alright, show's over!" He bellowed, and strode off down the alleyway.
"Harry...wait!" Hermione was running after him.
"It's Harriet actually." He said bitterly.
"Look...if you're serious and everything- which I am inclined to believe-
then well...you might as well do it properly..." He looked at her for a moment,
and was reassured by her sincere look. He smiled with relief.
"You know..." Said Harriet, deciding to break the ice, "I've always wanted to
know how to apply mascara...and well, as you can see, I- I haven't had much
success."
"Of course I'll show you Har-" she stopped for a moment realising her
mistake, "Harriet."
"Oh, how about Ron?"
"He can't make it, Errol had a little er...accident on his school books..."
They laughed together, and arm in arm, they set off down the alley to go
and have the biggest shop of their lifetime.