Parry stared at the girl who was now holding her pocket mirror and was spreading shrieking red lipstick to her plump lips. Girl had the sweetest lips and longest legs he had ever seen. She was even hotter than Britney, Parry thought. And that was a lot.

Parry had evidently stared at her a bit too long because she said in a bored tone behind her mirror: "Oh, do you need a drool towel? I can ask the stewardness to bring one." Won snickered and Parry tried to gather himself. He was opening his mouth to say something, but she put the mirror aside and casted an examining glance at Parry. "Sorry about my rudeness, I thought you were an ugly freak," girl said and continued as the boys looked a bit puzzled: "I hate that when weirdos are slobbering after me."

There was a short silence, which she cutted by saying in a high-pitched voice: "I am Grermione. Is your hair naturally blond?" she asked Parry. He nodded and she said: "Ah, I just LOVE blond boys, they´re so sexy!" Parry had a cough fit and Won snickered again. "Is my hair ok?" Grermione said and started to stroke her hair.

"Yes, yes, it is ok," Parry said as he had pulled through the shock. "I am Parry and this is Won. His dad is president!" Won nodded in confirm.

Grermione in turn looked puzzled. "I thought it was Arnorld Schwarzenegger," she said.

Won lifted his eyebrow and said: "No, he´s the governor."

Grermione harped on: "But isn´t it the same thing?" Won shook his head and let out a big sigh. Then he closed his eyes and after a while started to snore loudly.

Parry and Grermione were both quiet. Grermione made huge bubbles with her gum and fiddled with her long and sharp-looking pink nails. Parry tapped his fingers to the elbow rest in rhythm. "So, why are you going to Wogharts?" Grermione finally asked.

"My mum and dad wanted me to go there," Parry answered. When he mentioned them, Parry suddenly missed his parents lot. Though he didn´t remember how they looked or anything whole about them, he had some memories especially about his mum when she had holded him in her arms or bathed him. Netupia had also told lots about them and in his mind he had formed an image of mum and dad.

Grermione noticed his sudden change in mood and asked: "Are you ok?"

"I´m just tired, that´s all. I didn´t sleep very well last night," Parry lied. "But why are you going there? Did your parents want to get rid of you or something?"

Grermione didn´t hear the question. She was looking with disgust at Won, who had taken her hand and was rubbing his nose to it and murmured: "Oh, your hand is so soft, Cameron."

"Yack, he drooled my sleeve!" Grermione cried out. Parry started laughing but stopped as he saw Grermione´s ice cold look. "I better take this shirt off," Grermione said and started to undress it. Parry´s eyes fixed on the stripping girl, but, to Parry´s irritation, she still had another shirt under the drooled one.

"Now," Grermione said contentedly. "Why did your parents want you there? I mean, what are they famous for?"

"They are athletes, mum a runner and dad shotputter," Parry said. He didn´t want to tell they were dead, because he didn´t want her to pity him, like people always did, when they found out he was an orphan.

When he had said that, Grermione threw her hand before mouth. "You are Parry Hotter!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, I am," Parry said proudly. He did like it, being famous. He wished he had known it before too. Nervon and Netupia had never mentioned it. "Do you want to see my scar?" he asked eagerly.

"Not just now, but maybe some other time..." Grermione said hintingly. Hoping that "other time" would come soon, Parry fell in silence. He took out the book Netupia had given him and was going to read it, but decided to give up the idea, when he noticed that there were no pictures and its text was too small. Instead, he took his ball out of the cage and stroked it.

"Do you play football?" Grermione asked interested.

Parry knew that girls were fond of football players and said unmodestly: "Yeah, and I´m pretty good at it. You know, in one match last year I..." he didn´t go on because he saw a mysterious looking guy coming out of toilet. He was speaking to his mobile phone and finished his call as he saw that Grermione and Parry were looking at him. Boy was wearing sun glasses and black suit-looking clothes. His brown hair was combed back and he was walking towards them. He went past them and sat to back of the business class. Then he started to read a newspaper and Parry felt that he observed them behind it.

"Strange guy," Grermione said quietly. "I wonder if he´s coming to Wogharts?"

Parry shrugged. There was something in this guy he didn´t like. Maybe the agent-style outfit, or perhaps his mysteriousness.

Won started to wake up. "Are we already there?" he asked drowsily.

"Not just yet," Parry said to him.

"I´m sorry, I´m so sorry," they heard somebody saying. Someone was walking through the aisle and lifting sleeping peoples´ legs out of his way. He walked to Won, Grermione and Parry and said: "Can I come to sit here? The person next to me smoked and I´m allergic. There were no seats free there."

Parry and Won nodded dully. Boy sat next to Won. He had shoulder-long black hair, glasses, big nose and a bad acne. He wore brown velvet jeans, orange t-shirt and a leather vest.

"I bet that boy has never heard the word 'style'," Grermione whispered to Parry´s ear. "I bet he´s gay," Parry whispered and made Grermione laugh. She had shrill but sweet laugh. It was to Parry´s liking.

Boy holded out his hand to Won and said: "Hello, my name is Maco Dralfoy. Nice to meet you." Won looked a bit dumbfounded but said: "I´m Won." Maco shook hands with Parry and Grermione, who did it a bit unwillingly. They said their names and Maco said to Grermione: "Nice name. My granny is also Grermione." Then he took the book he was carrying under his arm and started to read it. Shakespeare´s Hamlet.

"Idiot," Grermione said behind her teeth.

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