Zandrah writes:

Grermione and Parry saw a man with camera coming towards them. After him came another man who holded out his hand to Parry and said: "Hello, I´m Ned Jason from The Sun."

"I am Par-"

"Yes, I know who you are," man said. "Take lots of photos," he said to the cameraman who immediately started clicking.

Parry was used to being in front of camera (he had posed for Aunt Netupia since he was three) so he inclined his head a bit and smiled charmingly to camera. Grermione had an odd expression on her face, like she would have eaten tabasco and was twisting her mouth not to spit it out, and rolled her eyes. "Are you O-"

"I´m fine!" she said behind her gritted teeth when Parry started asking. She turned her face to cameraman and her expression changed entirely to a Miss Universum-smile.

"Focus to the boy, focus to the boy!" said Ned Jason who had taken his notebook and scribbled something to it. "So, I understand this will be your first year in Wogharts? How does it feel?" he asked Parry.

"Well, first I thought it sucks," Parry said like an old hand in interview. Grermione was flirting to cameraman to get his (or more the camera´s) eye fixed on her. "But then I realized it´s my parents will, and if I want to respect them, I´ll go. Besides, I´ve heard that it is a great school."

Mr. Jason was writing furiously. "And I suppose you are going to Greasdor, you play American football, don´t you?"

"Oh, yes," Parry said eagerly. Sport was his favourite subject, in fact, the only subject he could talk more than five minutes. When somebody mentioned the word 'sport' or 'football', Parry´s eyes brightened and he started talking passionately. Now he didn´t speak because he had sunk in to his thoughts where Grermione was leading a bunch of cheerleaders in bikini.

Interviewer had evidently just now noticed the coquetting Grermione and asked: "Is she your girlfriend?"

Parry was opening his mouth when she said quickly: "Yes, I am. We´ve been together for two months and I love him so much! Isn´t he SO sweet!" As soon as said it, Grermione kissed Parry ardently. Parry was dumbfounded but didn´t resist. "Did you get a photo?" Grermione asked when he had loosened her lips from Parry´s. Parry was smiling foolishly. Cameraman nodded and Grermione continued: "Put there that I am a cheerleader, Ned." and flashed her most flirting smile.

Won was dragging idly behind Grermione and Parry with his slack pants and a number too big blouse. He had put his hood on his head so that no one could see his face. He had too gorilla-like bodyguards next to him who were shoving gaping teens out of their way.

"There´s the son of president, let´s go!" Mr.Jason rushed cameraman. They started running towards Won.

"Hey, what about my scar, don´t you wanna see it?" Parry shouted after them.

Ned Jason tried to interview Won, but his efforts were useless. Won said nothing and tightened the strings of his hoods. Gorillas moved them calmly off the road.

"Won doesn´t know anything about publicity!" Parry exclaimed impatiently. He couldn´t understand why somebody REFUSED being interviewed or photographed.

"Or maybe he really knows about it..." Grermione said wisely. She didn´t look offended about journalists act but laughed maliciously when Won´s guards pushed the curious men aside.

Outside the airport were limousines waiting for students. Parry stared at them amazed. "Are those for us?" he asked.

Grermione nodded. Won went into one limousine and shouted: "Come sit here!" He gestured with his hands towards the two blonds surrounded with girls asking their autographs. Well, actually Parry´s, but Grermione wrote her "Grermione, kisses"- mark as well.

"Oh, he touched my hand!" somebody cried. Parry was in his element flattened between shrieking fan girls. "Ok, girls, I´ll have to go now," he said and turned away. When he had walked to safe distance, he blew a kiss. That achieved a common panic phenomenon: some girls fainted, some jostled and pulled others´ hair.

"I could get used to this," Parry said contentedly when they walked away from the screaming girls.

"You should," Grermione said. "Because you are famous. You will be harassed by those," she uttered the last word disdainfully, "wherever you go."

They had walked to Won´s limousine. His personal chauffeur opened the door to Parry and Grermione. It was very roomy inside and looked just like in movies and TV, Parry thought. "Is there sliding roof and a button that you can talk to driver?" he asked eagerly. Won nodded.

"I saw you were handling the gossip journalists quite professionally," Grermione said when the car had started.

"It isn´t easy to be son of the president. They are following me everywhere," Won sighed.

"Yeah, I wouldn´t want them to watch when I´m with a girl," Parry said sympathetically. "Are they always wearing sun glasses?"

Won started laughing. When Parry looked dumbfounded, he said: "I didn´t mean my guards, but the journalists."

They soon arrived to Wogharts. It was a high, white modern building with dozens of windows. There was a red carpet from parking lot to the doors. Students were walking along it to doors in sparkle of flashlights.

The trio stood out from the car and went inside and to entrance hall. There were at least hundred students waiting for instructions where to go. After a while there came a tall and beautiful young blond woman who said: "Welcome to Wogharts, I am Gonerva McMinagall. Please, follow me."

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