"Green grass, green sword," muttered Ron. "This'll be easy."
Ginger ran over. Hermione had finally managed to get her out of the tree. "What happened!" she cried.
"Can't find the sword," said Harry.
"Oh, well, that's okay," she said. "He can use this." she picked up a twig from the ground. She grabbed the action figure she called Cloud from Susan, and screamed at the top of her lungs: "You killed Aeris! Now you must die! Evil Sephiroth!" the toy flew at Ron, and he lunged back.
"Hey! You're supposed to fight me!"
"Ginger!" whined Susan, "I'm supposed to be Cloud!"
"But you're not fighting him!"
"I'm not dead yet," said Hermione, entering the scene.
"Yes, you are! You, um, you fell out of the tree and died just now."
"But how can Sephiroth have killed me if I fell out of a tree?"
"I don't know, but he did. He made you fall out of it by thinking of it. He did a lightning spell on the tree, and it made you fall out. He's evil!" She ran circles around Ron, who stood there with his mouth hanging open.
"That's it," said Ron. "I'm done playing." Ginger looked at him like she would cry. "Look," he said, trying to soothe her, "I'm dead. You killed me. See?" he threw the Barbie on the ground. "Yea!" cried Ginger. She picked up the doll and ran around screaming: "I killed Sephiroth! Sephiroth is dead now! Yeah"
Susan started running too.
"This is too weird," he said to Hermione. The three of them sat on the picnic table. Ginger and Susan ran circles around them screaming and yelling. "I got killed by being circled to death."
"At least you didn't get struck by lightning and fall out of a tree," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"You have to do this every year?"
"More than that, sometimes," said Hermione.
"I'm sorry."
"Hey," said Harry. "I wonder if you could enchant these things." They looked at him in surprise. "No, really, I wonder if you could make one of them light up or something. It would be way cooler than anything you could buy in the store." They stared at the toy in his hands.
"We're still underage," said Hermione. "Besides, it's illegal to enchant muggle objects."
"Come on Hermione. It's a toy. Besides," Ron took the toy from Harry, "we know overage wizards, don't we?" He winked at him.
"Oh, no! You guys are not giving these to-"
"What? I didn't say anything. What time is it now?"
"It's nearly eight-thirty. Aunt Martha should be here any-" A car pulled up in the driveway, and a middle-aged woman stepped out. "-Minute," Hermione finished.
"Wow you're good," said Ron.
Ginger and Susan ran up to the Mrs. Granger and started talking excitedly. Mrs. Granger walked up to Hermione. "Thank you," she said, giving her a hug. "And thank you two also." She shook Harry's and Ron's hands. "I hope they weren't too much trouble," she said, as Ginger dragged her towards the house. "They were fine," said Hermione. "I'll see you on Monday night then." They walked down the street to Hermione's parent's house.
"Glad that's over," said Ron.
"You're not coming with me on Monday?" said Hermione.
"No way!" said Harry and Ron together.
"Oh," she said quietly.
"You're not guilt-tripping me this time," said Ron. "There's no way I'm going back there."
"Hermione," said Harry. "I wonder. Would it be very hard to get one of those dolls from your cousin next time?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Oh, nothing. You'll see." They reached the Granger's home, and went inside.
To be Continued...