Soap Operas and Jellybeans
Harry Potter is copyright of J.K. Rowling. All rights reserved.
Hermione was having a brilliant summer so far. Well, I suppose it would be brilliant for her. She had just passed out of her sixth year at Hogwarts with top marks. Ah yes, life was sweet.
With her being in a good mood and already having finished all of her summer homework, she sat down on the living room couch for a good spell of television zoning. This was one of the rare occasions where she would do such a thing, but being in such a stupendous mood, she allowed herself this time for relaxation.
Flipping through all the channels on the T.V. she gave up and decided to watch the next one she turned to. It turned out to be advertising something.
ALL PEOPLE INTERESTED IN JOINING US AT TSO PLEASE FILL OUT THE APPLICATION BELOW.
"What in the world?" Hermione thought to herself as she waited for more information to scroll onto the screen.
A woman came onto the screen instead and began to explain. "TSO is a brand new show where we take average teens and train them to be actors and actresses. This is a great opportunity for teens to see what it's like. It's just a summer project, so the kids will go back to school when it's over, but if they do well, we'll offer them a contract."
She took a deep breath before continuing, "TSO stands for teen soap operas. We'd like them to sign up in small groups so as their first acting experience, they'll be with friends. Hope to see you soon!"
Another black screen rolled by telling all people wanting to participate should either write to 293 Lyfal Drive or email them at the email address listed.
All in all, Hermione was curious and interested. As much as she hated to admit it, she had that same yearning to be up on stage just like all other teens have at one point or another in their life.
But she'd need a small group. "Ron and Harry," she grinned to herself imagining them acting out passionate filled scenes and posing for millions of people. Well, maybe it wasn't so bad. They would just have to learn.
"No no NO!" her mind suddenly screamed. She has school to think of. She had books to read!
Hermione Jane let out a sigh and leaned back into the leather couch. But it was very appealing. And she supposed she did deserve it.
Then again, she'd be stuck with Ron and Harry the whole summer. Oh no, don't get her wrong. She loved her best friends to bits. It was just they were both inevitably—guys.
Wait! She could invite Ginny! Yes, that was the solution. It would be her, Ron, Harry, and Ginny! Ginny and she had become very close over their years at Hogwarts with the many heart-to-heart chats. Everything would be perfect.
Now for the task of convincing them so; it would most likely be a formidable task, but by no means was Hermione Jane Granger a quitter. It wasn't a word in her vocabulary.
The first thing she would do was write a letter to Ginny. Ginevra Weasley was a scary young woman when she was angry and Hermione had no intentions of being the one she was angry at. So she dug through her school trunk and pulled out a piece of parchment. Scribbling furiously, she finished the letter with satisfaction. She walked happily over to her new owl and tied the letter to its leg letting it free to its destination out the window. The owl had been a reward present from her parents for her outstanding grades. This was another thing she was so happy about.
Hopping onto her bed she thought about how her parents would react if she and her friends were chosen. They were away on a second honeymoon for the next month in a half of summer. She would have to ring them if they were indeed picked.
This was also a great excuse for Harry to get his mind off of Voldemort. She inwardly made a tiny shudder. No matter how many times she told herself, "Fear of a name, only increases fear of itself," she couldn't shake off the visions of the death eaters torturing the poor muggles that owned the camp ground in her forth year. It was just something that would always be imbedded into her memory.
Somewhere along her lines of thought she must have drifted off because when she awoke there was a tapping on there bedroom window and it was dark outside. Getting up and rubbing intensely at her eyes to remove the remaining sleep, she opened the window and allowed the owl to glide in gracefully. Or it would have been graceful, had the owl been anyone but Errol.
She sighed heavily as Errol successfully knocked over her quill holder. New quills spilled onto the surface of her desk as Errol finally landed safely. The owl was really too old for making deliveries. Maybe as a birthday present, she'd get Ginny one of her own.
Her hands swooped down and untied the letter. She was anxious to hear her friend's reply. Opening the seal, she read silently to herself.
Wotcher Hermione!
Haven't heard from you yet this summer, so that letter was a blessing! Ron's driving me insane. He seems to think that I'm dating Dean. Lol. Dean did ask me out though. I haven't replied to him yet. What do you think I should do? As for the TSO thing, I think it's bloody brilliant! Sorry, for the language, but that is so cool!
I asked mum and she said it would be fine as long as we were safe. I also asked dad (if we're picked) if Tonks could be the auror to come with us. He said he'd ask Kingsley, but nothing's for sure yet. We'll have to weasel Ron and Harry into it somehow if we are picked, but we could always resort to blackmail!
Hope this letter finds you well,
Ginny
That was all the consent Hermione needed. She would start the letter to TSO right now.
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