Public Eavesdropping
By CreativelyCrazy
Summary: A collection of ficlets inspired by the Public Eavesdropping section of the newspaper I subscribe to.
Muchas thankies to the reviewers! I'd respond right now, but I'm running out of time...
A/N: The coolest things in the world are not mine.
Chapter Five: Mini Golf?
"It's not like you're Cinderella and I'm the evil stepmother saying you can't go to the ball. There will be other chances to go miniature golfing, trust me.''
A witch was talking to her daughter, scolding her about her whining about mini golf at Platform 9 and ¾.
"What's mini golf?" Ron asked, always the clueless one.
"Muggle sport," Harry mumbled. "Dudders had a mini golf party when I was seven. They kept whacking me with their clubs, and then they hung me up on the windmill."
"Just...don't ask." Hermione pointedly told Ron.
"Fine. I won't ask what mingold is. But what's does a windmill have to do with minigold?"
Harry replied, "Mini GOLF is like an obstacle course, like Quidditch in a way."
"Like Quidditch how?"
"Like the chaser part, except on the ground."
Ron had the "just back away slowly...they won't bite..." look on his face.
Hermione was really ticked off after the old man and the truth's pants incident.
"Look, Ron. You ask. We answer. What more do you want?"
"Uhhh...no more bizzare Muggle artifacts?"
"You asked for it..."
Harry sighed. He couldn't take much more of this.
"Let's just get onto the train already."
"We can if Ron over here will stop being thick."
"You have to stop explaining things!"
"You asked for it." Ron shot back, while pushing through filled compartments.
"Just...SHUT UP ALREADY YOU TWO!" Harry yelled, his face strangely resembling Uncle Vernon's angry face.
"Okay, you all look...angry. What did I miss?" Ginny interrupted.
A/N: Heeeehee...New characters! Wheee! Now reeeevieeewwww!!!