Oh, I'm feeling bad and stupid. (Or we are.) Foolish not to think that this idea was made someway by hundreds of others too. (But actually I never thought this was very original either.) AND I apologise everyone and hope you won't kick us away from FF, because we certainly had ever heard of www.parryhotter.com. Now that I've visited it, I notice we share many ideas with it but the actual style is way different from it. And talking about the copyrights, it's J.K.Rowling who we owe something to. But thank you all the reviewers anyway, it's nice to be noticed :) We are trying to be funnier and also avoid too many connections with that mentioned web page. Try to suffer us.

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Chapter 4

Andunewen writes:

After a short while (a too long for someone who is own their way to popularity) Grermione lost her patience and spoke. "You know Parry," she let her hair fly on Parry's direction but stared deeply on Maco. "I'm a cheerleader. That's why I'm going to Wogharts. You know," this time her hair swept over Parry's face like cool wind that would blow to the cabin if one of the aeroplane doors would accidentally blow open. "that only people with talents are welcomed there. They actually asked me to come." Parry nodded in confirm. "So I wonder," Grermione continued sweetly. "Excuse my foolishness, Mr Dralfoy, but what the hell do you do in this plane?"

Maco choked. Parry saw that the boy had not expected to be drawn into discussion. Or rather a hearing. "I, I mean to, I meant to ." he began unsure.

"Oh go on," Grermione encouraged him. "Your parents wanted you to come, to study what?" And before Maco had had time to plan his answer carefully she proceeded confidently. "Speaking maybe? But there's no section for the ABC of words in Wogharts, is there? Surely the footlights section is for those who can already pronounce the sentence: "I caught the wrong plane," she ended triumphantly.

But though even Parry sensed the contempt in her words, Maco seemed to ignore them. Something in her speech had been more important to him than the fact that he was being laughed at. "Footlights, drama, acting, stage, yes!" his eyes sparkled behind his messy greasy hair. "My life, my dreams, my possibilities! Thank you, oh sweet lady, I had lost my path!" And somewhere he found the ability to speak well (or to mutter complicated sentences too hard to understand, but perhaps they were the same).

With every boring word about acting Parry saw Grermineo -oh sorry, Grermione, "though the neo-version sounded much better," Parry thought- clutched her dragon skin handbag tighter. "Oh how sweet," she hissed, this time not even pretending nice. "The parents of the poor boy want him to have a respected, well-paid and rising career in the commercial breaks."

"Not they," Maco answered quickly and more to himself. "They would have wanted me to go to Greasdor. To the section where they were, but no, I will not waste my future in the middle of those self-centred sport dulls, I."

"Watch out your words man," Won suddenly took part in the discussion. "Look who you're talking to and keep rather carrying on with your artistic expressions."

Maco took his glance away from the hot spotlights somewhere in his imagination and faced Grermione staring at him with such a murderous look that every actor could envy, Won smiling slightly and Parry looking at the faces of everyone trying to figure out who was going to win this game. "But then," Maco said apologising and Parry saw the victory coming to his gang (the gang he had automatically formed with Grermione and Won). "I pondered upon my own wishes," Maco continued. "To be popular and an ignoramus or not to be. And decided to fly as far away from your sport Coliseum as possible. Oh farewell and I'll see thou soon, I fear." Maco stood up, bowed to a low obeisance and returned to the back of the plane.

Parry waited for his gang members to say something, but they remained silent. Grermione grew paler and paler on her face. "Well," Parry began carefully, having no idea what the others were thinking right now. "He made a big fool of himself. Talking that weird crab and everything. We are lucky not to be friends with those people." The silence continued, but Won shook his head. Grermione had become greyish blue. "Are you OK, Grer?" Parry asked suspecting that she had not intended to look like that. "What's the matter?"

Won bent forwards in his seat and drew a paper bag from the back of the next seat. "Here," he said and handed it to Grermione. She took it quickly and started to breathe into it. Parry watched interested as her face varied over a wide range of colours before it returned to normal.

"She's panicking," Won explained Parry. "She got upset because that weirdo claimed that he was somehow better than she."

Grermione pulled the bag from her face and said calmly to Won: "Not because of that!" A bit too calmly to confirm anyone. "I got upset, but only because that kind of . of freaks are let to enter Wogharts. Imagine how they are going to affect the image of us!"

Won snorted. "But at least he will stand out from the crowd. There can't be many like he, can there? At least I hope there can't, unless WE are going to be the abnormal ones in the school of queers," he ended a bit frightened of his thought.

Parry felt a shiver from the words too. "No, no. We are normal, we can't turn out to be freaks," he said confidently. "Don't worry Grer." He tapped her carefully on the hand.

"Normal?" This time Grermione screamed. "Me normal? I don't belong to those odd strange suspicious BORING normals! I'M SPECIAL!" She calmed down when se saw the frightened look on Parry's face and altered her voice. "And Parry dear," she told. "Do not call me G-R-E-R, ok?"

Parry repeated the letters secretly uttering them aloud and nodded then verifying.

Won was laughing. Parry got the explanation for the cause of his laugh soon. "Yes Grer," Won said. "You are special. I don't know anyone else connecting strange and normal together." He realised to say something nicer when Grermione was already on the brick of one kind of an explosion. "So did I understand correctly that you too are going to Greasdor with Parry? What sport?"

He had chosen the correct words. The change in Grermione was miraculous. "I'm a cheerleader," she told proudly. "I've been the captain of all the teams I've been in."

"Cheerleader!" Parry called out gladly. "So you too jump and stretch on that mini skirt? Cool! But I didn't know it was a sport."

Grermione seemed to explode eventually but then decided to concentrate on the words mini and skirt and smiled at Parry. "Yes, it's a sport. And as important as yours. But what kind of an athlete are you Won? I don't see much of an artist in you," she continued sarcastically, still pissed of from something.

"I haven't even decided yet to what section I want to go. Let's see where they'll put me in. Dad wanted me to come here, he went to this school," Won explained.

"Yes your dad," Grermione repeated relieved. "So you're not normal either, that's good. Normal people are like poor nail polish. Drying lasts endlessly, but once you've mistaken to use it, you have no other chance but to wait for it to dry. And it smells and looks bad too," she concluded.

Parry had not yet solved the metaphor when Won said: "Or maybe you're just keeping people wet all the time, Grer," and Parry believed he had at least understood how suggestive the metaphor was.

Luckily Parry did not have to comment on the puzzling allegory himself, because the plane was about to arrive to Los Angeles, and an excited clamour filled the plane. Soon the plane had landed and Won, Parry and Grermione were among the first ones to step out of the plane.

Out in the bright sunlight Parry noticed first the missing of the sky. It could not be seen from the airport in the middle of the cluster of huge skyscrapers that covered the sky. And soon Parry noticed that the bright sunlight was actually flashes of cameras.

"Oh, the press!" Grermione cried and stroked her hair. She took hold of Parry's hand and slowed her pace.

Hundreds of photographers and a few reporters were waiting outside the airport and shouting something like: "Here come the stars!" or "The hopes of the future!" and Parry heard someone scream even: "You'd be elected in the next elections!"

After a hot walk that lasted for ages, though Parry enjoyed every moment, silence fell. There were still lots of people around them, but no one spoke anything. Parry and Grermione stopped instinctively and waited.

Suddenly a scream broke the air. "Parry, Parry!", "I love you Parry!", "Will you marry me?", and all the stuff Parry had always dreamt of echoed loudly from every direction. But still he managed to notice the expression of jealousy on Grermione's face. Though he could not tell whether it was because of the girls loving Parry or of the fame he had reached, and she not. Parry had no time to figure it out, because he was again astonished by a second sudden silence. Most of the people around him had fainted.

Parry could not believe his luck. This was it. This was it really. The real life. And with the greatest happiness his eyes caught the movement a camera helicopter toward the sky, when its camera delivered the picture of two blond new Wogharts students standing on a red carpet in the middle of the fainted mass of poor boring normal people, the newest victims for the stardom cult.

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...!... And waiting. A bit afraid.