Expired-
"Honey, is this milk old?" Ron asked, holding out a carton of milk to Hermione.
"What's the expiration date say?" Hermione stirred some sugar into her coffee.
"Umm..." Ron held the carton up and stared at it. "Where's the expiration date?" He said holding it back out for Hermione to take.
"It's right there on the top," she stated, shaking her head sadly.
"Oh yeah, I see it now."
Hermione rolled her eyes skyward, taking a sip of her coffee. "And what does it say?"
"September twenty seventh or is it twenty-ninth? 'Mione?"
In exasperation Hermione took the carton of milk and peered at the expiration date. "It's neither. It expires the twenty-eighth." She handed it back to Ron.
"I think it's the twenty-ninth," Ron said, studying the date closer. "See there is one little line and a half circle thingy."
"Ronald, if you are going to ask me to clarify things you have to trust me. It expires the twenty-eighth."
"I still think it's the twenty-ninth." Ron opened the lid and sniffed it.
"How does it smell?" Hermione asked, reading the front page of the Daily Prophet. Her picture was front and center waving a S.P.E.W. sign.
"What does bad milk smell like?"
"I don't know," Hermione sighed, opening up the newspaper to see if they had put in her essay on elfish welfare. "Like old milk I guess."
"Yes, I know that old milk smells like old milk. But what does old milk smell like?" Ron stared longingly at his bowl of Cocoa Puffs.
"Here give it to me." Hermione grabbed the carton out of Ron's hand and took a whiff. "It smells fine." She gave it back to Ron.
"Are you sure?" Ron asked, sniffing it again. "I don't want to get food poisoning or something like that."
"Ron it smells fine. It expires on the twenty-eighth. Your milk is fine. Now eat your Cocoa Puffs and let me read the paper in peace."
Ron peered at the expiration date again. "Hermione what is the date?"
Hermione looked up in the corner of the paper. "It's October first. Why do you ask?"
Ron looked down at the expiration date. "It says the milk expires in September, that we're sure about. And it's October. So the milk has to be bad."
"Then it's bad," Hermione said huffily. "Pour it down the drain and eat your cereal dry. Can I have some cream for my coffee?" She held out her mug to Ron.
He opened the refrigerator and pulled out the small carton of cream. He opened the lid and sniffed.
"Does this smell bad?" he asked.
