THE GREAT FORK CRISIS
Rated: PG
Summary: In dire need of a plastic forks, Hermione goes searching for some.
Yes, I'm aware that it sounds absolutely ridiculous, but really, it's just a drabble of nonsense.
"Why does this store not sell those little plastic forks?" She questioned a sales clerk in what could only be called an annoyed tone. "Do you not understand what kind of emotional stress you are placing on me? I do not handle stress well and this is most certainly not needed today of all days." Had she been a violent person the chances that she would be gripping the poor grocery store worker by the horrible green vest they wore and pulling their face dangerously close to her own were very high.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am?" The way that the pimply teenager croaked out the sentence as though it was a question rather than an actual apology nearly caused her to storm away in a fashion similar to her childhood antics.
However, Hermione Granger had grown enough in her six years out of Hogwarts that she had been able to leave her storming off behind. Instead she chose to walk in a tastefully fast pace out the automatically opening door, cursing the "bloody grocery store" as she did so.
It was on her way out, however that she ran into an old friend. He was smiling at her and she supposed that he would be wishing her a happy holiday, as today was Christmas Eve, but with her anger at the above mentioned store not fading away just yet, she really wasn't in the mood. However, Hermione sighed and plastered a small polite smile on her lips.
"Merry Christmas." The not-dead Sirius Black told her happily. Ever since he had come waltzing out of that veil as though nothing had happened, as though not a day had gone by, he had been almost unbearable. The death of Bellatrix Black Lestrange had brought forth Sirius' body from the veil, much to everyone's joy and relief, and since then he had practically been all smiles.
"They don't have those plastic forks I need." She told him as though it was the appropriate response to 'Merry Christmas'.
"You don't look very happy about that." Curse that ruddy little smirk of his. It was truly uncanny how similar and how different he was from the rest of his family, but that smirk was truly driving her mad.
"Oh really? Thank you for noticing. It's only that nothing has been going right today and of course someone decided to tell me at the very last minute that all of the silverware was currently unable to be used due to some reasons that I'm sure I don't want to know, and then these people decide to make my day worse by not carrying the one thing that would have relieved my stress level by the smallest percentile."
The first assumption was that it one of the Weasleys who had done something to the silverware. It didn't really matter which one as undoubtedly one would lead to the others. Although Sirius was betting on Fred and George, they seemed to be the most likely candidates.
"Remind me to buy you forks next year." Was all that he said, as though it was supposed to be comforting in some way. And she supposed that maybe it was, of course it was really hard to understand Sirius' logic sometimes but she supposed it was best that way.