(A/N this is going to be kind of a filler chapter. The first 'big' chapter with a little action is in the next chapter. Please comment at the end.)
Ch 2.
Cammie soon lost track of Hermoine in the crowd. Combined, both their families were large and took up a lot of space. They were lucky that Hermoine's house was so large.
All day Cammie had been pinched, poked, hugged, squeezed and interrogated by people she didn't even know. She just put on a fake smile and tried to escape as soon as possible. Finally everyone began to leave and Hermoine left with Cammie.
"Its only three o'clock. I thought people would be here longer." Hermoine said as she started up the car.
"I'm not complaining." Cammie said, kicking off her shoes and reclining her chair.
"I have an idea. Lets go to lunch and then shopping. Didn't you say you needed something or other for swim practice and I need some more books before my internship starts." Hermoine suggested.
"Yeah. I want to pick a new practice suit up. I want to grab some books on sports injuries. I've decided what I'm going to do. I'm going to open a physical therapy clinic in both the muggle and magical world and specialize in sport related injuries and tragic injuries. You know, like having your whole lower body partially paralyzed." Cammie said, her eyes closed as the afternoon sun warmed up the car.
" That's great Cams. I don't know what I want to do. I mean, I'm qualified to do almost everything but....oh I don't know. I was thinking about law enforcement or something like a lawyer. Maybe an Auror?" Hermoine rambled.
"Hermoine, calm down. You'll find whats right for you in due time." Cammie sighed. "I'm hungry." Hermoine snorted. Cammie said some random things at random times.
"Why? There was tons of food at the party. You could have had a good meal there."
" Did you eat much? In America, party food is like chips, dip, cake, cup cakes, candy, punch, finger sandwiches, you know, the good stuff. At your parents house there was food I've never heard of and certainly don't want to try. Escargo? Treacle Tart? I mean, come on? What ever happened to good old cheese burgers?" Cammie asked. Hermoine shook her head. She silently chided herself for getting Cammie started on food.
"Alright, you got me there. There is nothing wrong with Treacle tart though. Its quite good. Along with rice pudding," Cammie made a gagging noise. "but we'll go to lunch any ways. Mom told me to lay off the food. She thought it was impolite to eat a lot. Grandpa was eating four times as everyone else. She said "Hermoine, you'll get big as a house when you get older, and with rotten teeth too! Put down that slice of cake, you've already had some!" Hermoine mimicked her mother, shaking her head in frustration. She pulled into a nearby café a few minutes later.
"Wahoooo!" Cammie yelled as she snapped off the radio.
"Shh! What are you doing Cammie? People are looking!" Hermoine hissed, very concious to the fact that people around them were shooting them odd looks.
"What? Let them look. I'm happy! No school! No homework, no teachers! Life is good. We have a few months till work starts and I'm so excited! We should go clubbing tonight, just for the sake of it. We haven't gone out to a club, just the two of us, in a while." Cammie said, holding the door open for Hermoine and bowing. Hermoine laughed and rolled her eyes.
" I don't know. You know I don't have a high alcohol tolerance level. It would be fun though." Hermoine said.
"Okay, you don't have to drink. You can be the designated driver since I'm going to get too drunk to Apparate." Cammie replied, looking at the menu above the register.
When they got their food and sat down, Hermoine began fiddling with her napkin nervously.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Cammie asked cooly. Hermoine jumped.
"Umm, well, you see," Hermoine stuttered.
"Spit it out. Let me guess, you did something and now you want my help?" Cammie asked. Hermoine shifted uncomfortably.
"Sort of. I signed up for this dance class that starts on Thursday and I kinda signed you up too."
"What! You know how much I hate dancing! I'm so ungraceful, I suck! Besides, I'm too ugly to dance. Only pretty people with perfect bodies and perfect faces dance. It's not ballet is it?" Cammie breathed.
"Slow down. I know how much you hate to dance but I wanted to know someone in class. It's a beginner class and I'm more ungraceful than you are so if you make a fool of yourself I'll make an ass out of myself too. Besides, you are so pretty so don't give me any crap about not being pretty. No, it's not ballet." Hermoine sighed, slightly discouraged by Cammie's reaction. It had been better than she had anticipated but she was sure Cammie would refuse.
" Alright. I'll do it. You owe me big time and what I want you too do, when I find it, you cant back out of. That is, if I don't." Cammie sighed, equally discouraged as Hermoine.
"Thank you!" Hermoine squealed.
" The things I do for my friends." Cammie said. She finished her sandwich and payed the bill. The girls then headed to the shopping plaza nearby to get some clothes for that night.