Disclaimer: Harry Potter dances away from my belongings... In other words, most of it dances towards JK Rowling... Oh the humiliation! #cries#
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Authors Note: Hey everyone! School really is a pile of crap isn't it? My teachers are giving me LOADS of homework which is taking up all my time. So, yeah, so sorry for the lateness. It's nearly the end of this story. By then, I hope I will have got 200 reviews, that will make me very happy and ss of this chapter.
And one last thing… Our friend MysticalSpirits has written a fic (several actually), ladies and gentlemen, and it rocks my socks! It'll rock YOUR socks too, so lets go get this girl some reviews, shall we?
Oh and.. RAINE IS CRAZY: Thanks for the review… What I meant was that something worse could've happened to Harry. Like he'd died or was near death or something. He could have just slipped into it during the last hour or something.
So… when are we skipping – P
At the end of this lesson. We'll have to go to our dorm first to get our stuff though. And change our clothing. – H
I still can't believe we're doing this. I mean, skipping a lesson without a legitimate reason. If we get found out, we're dead. Dead. Dead I tell you! DEAD! Deader than the deadiest deadier deadier deady dead. – L
We're dead. Yeah, we get it. Honestly. We're not gonna get caught. Harry did it all the time and he never did.- H
Besides, we have a legitimate reason. We have to go shopping. – P
Can't we just get the stuff from the kitchens? – L
No – H
It's more fun this way. – P
Fine. But if we get caught, it's all your fault – L
We won't get caught – H
Yeah we – Oh crap. Professor Rose is looking this way. Quick hide the paper – P
Dear Diary
Parvati and Lavender sure take a long time to get ready. Jeez. We're only going to Hosmeade and they're putting loads of make-up on. They must have tried on at least ten different outfits! I'm kinda nervous actually. What if we get caught?
No. We won't get caught. I know we won't…
Oh… time to go diary. They're finally ready. Parvati is wearing… sigh … after all that, she's wearing the outfit she tried on first… I don't think I'll ever understand girls. Jeez, I sound like a boy.
Love Hermione
Hermione picked up the small black book and carefully placed it in her bag.
"So…" asked Parvati, giving a twirl. "What do you think?"
"Great…" mumbled Hermione without looking. She looked at her clock. "We better be going."
Together, the three girls slowly crept out their dorm. The common room was empty except for the occasional escaped pet, slinking behind the armchairs.
"Ok… the bell went." Hermione looked at her watch. "Five minutes ago. Which means we should go now."
They tip-toed silently, with only the slightest giggle from Lavender, up several staircases and past closed classroom doors. At one point, they'd nearly been caught. They'd been crawling on their hands and knees, when suddenly, from somewhere behind them, they had heard loud footsteps getting closer and closer. They'd immediately jumped up and raced down the corridor, skidded round the corner and flown up the staircase.
Panting and laughing, they leaned for support against the portrait of Flimsa the Forgetful Fairy ("Who are you? Why are you here? Why am I here? … Who am I?")
"Whoo…" gasped Lavender, "That was close!"
"But fun!" said Parvati with a grin. "This is great, I don't know why we don't go skidding about the school all the time. We'd get everywhere a lot quicker!"
Chattering quietly, they stumbled up the stairs to the statue of the one-eyed witch. "Dissendium." Hermione muttered. The other two girls gasped in surprise as the hump opened up to reveal a secret passage. Hermione immediately jumped down, closely followed by Parvati, but they were delayed by Lavender's squeals.
"I can't go down there! This skirt is brand new! That hole is dirty, and who do you think will be cleaning my skirt when it gets dirty? Me! And- EEEKKK!"
Fed up with waiting, Parvati had grabbed her friends ankles and pulled. Hard. Needless to say it was going to take a LOT of cleaning charms to get rid of that dirt…
"Oh my God! My skirt is ruined! You'll pay for this Parvati Claire Patil!"
"Yeah, yeah. Play the old record…"
After a long walk (made even longer by Lavender stopping every few minutes complaining that her shoes were rubbing) they eventually reached the cellar of Honeydukes.
Pulling both her friends up after her (though she was tempted to leave Lavender down there) Hermione then pulled out a crumpled piece of paper with their shopping list. With a nod of her head, she led the other two girls out of the cellar and into the brightly coloured shop that was Honeyduke's.
"Jeez…" moaned Hermione as she slowly made her way up the steep hill. "No wonder nobody has heard of this bloody place, the walk has killed me!"
"We're nearly there now anyway. Just a few more steps."
"Phew!" panted Hermione as she leaned against a wall for support. "That was hard work, should be fun to go back down though. Hey Parv, you ok?"
Parvati nodded in reply before wheezing, "Too much exercise in one day…"
Dear Diary
It's me again, the greatest person in the world. Absolutely shattered. As you know, me, Parvati and Lavender went food shopping today… big mistake. Let me tell you what happened…
Lavender: (turns around to stare at the automatically opening doors) I didn't think Muggles used magic.
Me: (grabs a trolley) They don't. It's got the carpet. When you step on the carpet, the door opens.
Parvati: How come you get to push the trolley?Me: Because I'm better than you.
Lavender: No fair. I wanna push the trolley!
Parvati: No, I do!
Me: No, neither of you are going to push this trolley. You'll probably end up crashing into something.
Parvati: We won't. We swear!
Me: No.
Lavender: Fine. But I get to pick the items.
Me: Fine. How much damage could that cause?
Parvati: Do you really have to ask that question?
Me: Should I be worried?
Parvati: Yes
Lavender: No.
Parvati: Should we stop speaking in questions?
Me: Why?
Parvati: Argh!
Lavender: Heh Heh.
(We start walking down the aisle and Lavender starts chucking things in the cart)
Me: Shopping list! Shopping list!
Lavender: Nyeh. (Continues chucking stuff in)
Me: Parvati, get out the shopping list.
Parvati: Got it. Ok, first thing… paper towels. Wouldn't those be hard to dry yourself upon?
Me: You don't dry yourself with them. You mop up spills.
Parvati: It's called sarcasm.
Me: Really?
Parvati: No
Me: Give me the list.
Parvati: No
Me: Give me the bloody list!
Lavender (skidding down the aisle): Wheee!
Parvati: No. I'm the list girl. You're the trolley girl. Lavender's shoving things in the trolley girl. Therefore, I am list girl.
Lavender: (Still skidding) Wheeee- Oh sh- (crashes into a display of Charmin)
Me: Ok, let's just pretend we don't know her. Just walk away slowly…
Lavender: Whoo. I'm ok. Don't worry. I'm ok.
Me: I am never, ever taking you two out in public again.
Parvati: What did I do?
Me: Growl
Parvati: Did you just say growl? One doesn't say growl, one just merely growls.
Me: Shut up. We need to finish the shopping. What's the next thing?
Parvati: Pizza. Great! Where will that be?
Me: I meant something that is in a nearby aisle.
Parvati: What's wrong with pizza?
Me: Pizza is in the frozen food aisle which is on the other side of the store. Now, do we need any biscuits?
Parvati: Why can't we just run around in a disorganised fashion?
Me: Because I say so. What's next?
Parvati: Chips.
Me: Argh. Are you deaf, or just stupid?
Parvati: What?
Me: Ha. You're so funny I forgot to laugh… excluding that first Ha!
Parvati: We need popcorn
Me: Are you changing the subject?
Parvati: No. We need popcorn.
Lavender: Don't get caramel.
Parvati: It's pronounced car-mel actually.
Lavender: Potato. Pah-tato.
Parvati: Tomato. Tah-mato.
Me: What are you going to do, break into song?
Lavender: We go together like…
Me: As I said before. I am never taking you out in public again.
Lavender: It's just a supermarket.
Me: Yeah, and that old man by the Snack-A-Jack's keeps staring at us.
Parvati: That's because he thinks I'm sexy.
Me: Never speak again.
Parvati: Do I sense jealousy from little 'Mione?
Me: Don't make me kill you in the supermarket.
Parvati: They'd probably sell me as lunch meat.
Me: Wonder how much it'd be.
Lavender: That is mildly disturbing.
Me: You two started it. I think it would be rather satisfactory to hear you crunch between two slices of wheat.
Parvati: White.
Me: Wheat
Parvati: White
Me: Wheat
Parvati: White.
Me: Wheat.
Lavender: This is going nowhere. Let's buy more chocolate.
(The shopping trolley is filled to the brim with chocolate already)
Me: I think you've got a little carried away with this buying in bulk thing.
Lavender: I have not!
Me: You've bought twenty packets of Jaffa Cakes.
Lavender: So?
Me: And ten packets of cookie dough
Lavender: I like cookie dough!
Me: And five boxes of assorted biscuits
Lavender: Mmm, carbs…
Me: I give up. Can we go get pizza now? In fact, why am I asking your permission? I have the trolley and the money.
(I walk off, putting handfuls of chocolate from my trolley onto the shelf)
Lavender: NOOOOO! Not the Animal bars! Anything but the Animal Bars!
(She starts putting everything back in)
Lavender: Parvati, HELP ME!
Parvati (looks at me): No. Hermione looks pissed. I'm not getting in the way of her temper…
………………
Me: Ok. We'll get two pepperoni pizza's and-
Lavender: Don't like pepperoni
Me: Don't care
Lavender: Don't like it.
Me: Do I look bothered?
Parvati: Why don't we make our own pizza's?
(Me and Lavender look at each other in amazement)
Me: Parvati you're a genius!
Parvati: Yeah, and then we could have a HUGE pizza fight!
Me: Maybe not…
Right. Mr Diary (Or are you a Miss? Or maybe even Mrs? Are you married Diary? What? I can't hear you. Why aren't you talking to me? Wise guy, eh? Well two can play at that game…)
I'm not talking to you…
You know, before I had you, this diary I mean, nothing embarrassing happened to me. I think you're the cause of all horror.
Besides, I read an article in the Witch Weekly about diaries. They said young witches who kept diaries turned out to be boring and had a zero percent chance of ever getting married and that witches who kept diaries were actually pathetic and that they should immediately burn their diaries to shreds.
Okay, they didn't write it that way, but I think you're the source of all evil. I'm never ever going to write in you again.
Goodbye.
Have you never heard the English word goodbye? It's what you say when you leave. And that's what I'm doing. I'm going to leave you.
I said, goodbye!
Go away. I'm going to hide you in my laundry clump.
Hah! I outsmarted you.
Love Hermione
P.S. I'm still going to hide you, you know.
