FINALLY I can't believe that it took me so long to get the next chapter
out. I wanted to get it out sooner, but I have been busy.I know you don't'
want to hear it. I'm messing around with a new idea here, so if you like it
be sure to tell me and I will continue to work on it. If you don't say
anything, I'll take it that I'm wasting your time and will only write the
chapters for my sister.
I just want you to know that for the speaking in this story, I will be using 2 different languages. When there is only one being spoken I will use the ordinary "_", but when I need to distinguish between them I will use ":_:". With Usagi that will be used for English, and for Harry that will be used for Japanese.
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Usagi just couldn't believe that her parents expected her to get ready for a big dinner in only an hour! What were they insane? She almost didn't have time to finish getting ready, and her parents were threating to leave without her when she finally started walking down the stairs.
"I'm ready" She called to her parents and Sammy who were all waiting by the door for her to finish. If they had been anyone but her family their eyes would have bugged out of their sockets at the sight she made. She had chosen to wear a silky black dress with spaghetti straps and a slit that did a great job of accenting her natural features. She wasn't wearing very much makeup, she was the type of person that didn't need to use it, and if she did it would just ruin her face. Her hair was hanging down and went almost to the floor. She was wearing a silver choker, and diamond earrings she had gotten for Christmas that glittered in the dimly lit room.
"So are we going or what?" She asked her dad who looked like he was seriously considering dragging her up into her room and forcing her to change into something more modest. After all, he didn't want any boys to look at his precious daughter and getting any ideas. The look his wife gave him quickly forestalled any objections he might have made though, so he just nodded and said, "We better get going, or else we're going to be late. We don't want to miss this, I don't know how long it would take me to get new dinner reservations, and I got this one weeks ago!"
**
Harry was just finishing getting settled into his room when he heard a knock on the door. "Come in" He called, not bothering to look up, he already knew who it would be. Ron told him earlier that as soon as he was finished unpacking that he would come and they would start working on their plans of how they were going to catch these 'sailor soldiers.'
He was right about one thing, but seriously wrong about another part of the plan in his head. Ron WAS there, but instead of his common jeans and a t- shirt, he was wearing some kind of a penguin suit. He looked distinctly uncomfortable, and like what he wanted to do more than anything was to rip it off of him right there and then, just to get it OFF.
"Oh no! I forgot about the dinner that we were supposed to go on tonight!" Harry cried in surprise. "And I have nothing to wear either!"
"You don't have to worry about that, my mom has something for you to wear in my room. There's no way that I'm doing this alone. If I'm gonna be stuck in this ridiculous outfit, you're going to be sharing the experience." Ron had a satisfactory smirk on his face as he said these words.
Harry only moaned, and followed Ron into the room. The suit was lying out on the bed, and was almost scary looking. While Ron's was a black and white, his was blue and black. For the boy that lived most of his childhood wearing clothes that were 10 sizes too large, and then black cloaks, this was going to be a new, and most likely unpleasant experience. "Why do we have to do this anyway?" He asked Ron as he walked out the door.
"I'm sure it's just to torture us." Ron called after him.
**
Usagi walked in an almost a daze through the huge doors into the main part of the restaurant. It was surreal the way furniture and paintings strategically placed around the room made it look like you were in a completely different world, where magic and great things were possible. Where dreams could come true. There were huge paintings all over with pictures of knights, and princesses, and dragons. There were also giant canvas portraits of huge orchids, especially the black orchid. On the ceiling was a huge stain glass black orchid, covering the entire top of dome.
Usagi couldn't believe that she was actually here, and this was really happening. She had been hearing of this place for most of her life, and for so long had dreamed of the day that she would come here. She was perfectly aware that the only reason that her parents were taking her was because they were upset that she was going to be leaving them when summer was over, and this was their was of apologizing for 'kicking her out'. That didn't ruin the mood though. This wasn't going to be a time to dwell on the future, Usagi was determined to let this be a perfect memory with her parents and little brother that she could keep with her when she was away.
The waiter took them to a table in the middle of the restaurant, surrounded by some other tables, but not close enough to seem crowded. The tablecloth was a sleek black, and the candles winked in the darkness. Usagi sat in the chair trying her hardest not to let the dream fade, and tried not to say anything to crack the silence with mindless talk.
Shingo wasn't the type to appreciate these things though, so as soon as they were all sitting down, he started chattering on about school, and how easy it was, and how he couldn't BELIEVE he got an A- in his English class, and how it ruined his perfect score. She tried to ignore him the best she could. Shingo was always the smart one, the child that her parents could be proud of, and who everyone always said 'Oh Ken, he reminds me so much of you when you were his age! Always striving to reach your ultimate potential.' Or 'My dear Ikuko, I remember when you did ____ also, it seems that he is following in your footsteps, so much like his parents.' No one ever said she was like her parents though. Her parents were great students when they were in school. They were class presidents, and basketball team captains. She was the screw up. They knew it, but they tried not to be too obviously disappointed that their daughter was so different than the one that they dreamed of having. She didn't even LOOK like her parents!
"EXCUSE ME SIR! I have no idea what that is, but I can assure you that we won't have any 'fried frog eye casserole'!" A waiters adjusted voice echoed through the room, and everyone, Usagi included turned to stare at the scene that was quickly forming.
Usagi almost laughed aloud at the picture they made. There were 2 redhead people, obviously older parents. There were 2 kids that were most likely theirs, because they had red hair also. One boy that had his face almost as red as the hair on her head, and a younger girl slowly sliding under the table trying to hide. There was someone with brown hair sitting at the table too, but his back was to Usagi so she couldn't see him. That wasn't all, the older man was holding a book in his hand and trying in vain to read from it and talk in Japanese, although it was very obvious that it wasn't a language he was familiar with. He was the only one with a book, and the people around they could barely be heard muttering in English trying to figure out a way that they could manage to get their food without a complete disaster breaking out.
"What about 'Dilled Card Hopscotch?' the older man tried again to say something that the waiter could understand so they could eat, but it turned out to be the last straw. With a haughty puff, and some world about how these tourists should go somewhere that they can be understood, and how it wasn't HIS job to deal with people like that, he was here to take orders from 'normal' people, he stormed away.
The little girl looked like she was going to cry, along with her mother. The redheaded boy looked like he wanted to do nothing more than to drag that man back and get him to apologize to his family for whatever it is he said. The older man looked lost, trying in vain to figure out what had gone wrong. He was sure he pronounced the words correctly. Once again she couldn't see the brown haired boy, but you could tell what he was thinking by the fact that he had his head in his hands and was just shaking his head back and forth in denial.
"Poor people" Usagi's mother started saying quietly enough that only Usagi who was sitting right next to her could hear her. "It's a pity I can't for the life of me remember a world of English I learned in school, or I would go help them out. No one should go through this. I'm sure some people in this room can talk to them, but are just too scared of being the center of attention." Ikuko turned her head to look at her daughter, and immediately recognized the look on her face. "Oh my goodness, did I just say that out loud!" She cried, and tried in vain to stop her daughter from walking over to the other side of the room, but Usagi didn't even seem to hear her.
"Where's meatball-brains going?!" Sammy asked his father as he saw Usagi's detreating back. Kenji for the first time saw his daughter walking away and knew that this was going to be trouble. Why did it always have to be HIS daughter that went to help out the strangest people? Any NORMAL person would let someone else take care of it.
**
Harry couldn't do anything but put his head in his hands and try to hide from the people looking at them. This was so EMBARASSING! He knew that they would need to do something for the language gap, but Ron's dad was so sure all he needed to do was read the words he wanted out of the book that had been given, and they would be all set. OBVIOUSLY he was wrong, seeing how everything didn't exactly go smoothly. Now they were in the middle of a strange place, where NO ONE could understand them, and the worst of all, they weren't getting any food!
":Excuse me?:"
Harry whipped around to see a girl in front of him. He didn't take much notice of her features; he just turned back around and said "Not another one! I'm soooo sick of these rude, stupid people who can't even speak the only civilized language in the world, English."
"English is NOT the only civilized language in the world, you big jerk! And how can you say that someone is stupid without even knowing them! You have no right to talk to me like that! All I wanted to do is see if I could help you guys, but OBVIOUSLY I'm not needed here!" The girl gave Harry a glare that would have turned someone to ice; it was so cold and filled with some kind of almost hatred, but not quite. Something that he had said had cut her deeply, and he didn't even mean to say them. They just came out because of all of the frustrations he had been dealing with recently. She turned around and got ready to storm off when Molly's voice stopped her.
"I'm sorry for Harry's rudeness, but can you speak very good English? We're kind of in a bit of a predicament here, and could really use your help."
If her frown could send a person crashing deep down into the depths of despair, her smile could rival a sunrise. For the first time Harry actually LOOKED at the girl, and was astonished at what he saw. In front of him was an angel in the most complex of terms. She had to be one of the most beautiful people what he had ever seen, and he was just rude to her! He felt like the world was crashing down on him. How could he be so mean to someone so pretty, and if she was here to help them, nice? And the wasn't the worst of it, she was mad at him. He could tell by the way that she was now looking at Molly talk, and her back rigid with anger. Everything in her stance spoke volumes of how she now felt about him, and none of it was good.
Harry looked up and saw that Ron was looking at him with pity. He of all people would feel bad for Harry, and know what he was going through, after all, he was a guy too, and knew that he would never want something like that to happen to him.
"I'd be happy to help you, my name is Usagi. What do you need?"
"While do you think that you could help us order? None of your waiters can seem to understand what I'm asking for, and that doesn't make any sense. I'm quite sure I'm speaking perfect Japanese, it's all in this book right here." Richard said as he handed the book to Usagi.
Harry took his head out of his hands for a moment when he head a shuddering sound coming from very close to him. He looked at the girl and saw that her face was turning bright red. The shudders were coming from her, and Harry was starting to get very worried. Just when he was about to perform the Heimlich maneuver on her, he realized what was really going on. She was laughing, but she was tying very hard not to. Finally she couldn't hold it in anymore, and broke out into fits of giggles. She quickly covered her mouth, once again trying to stop herself, but not soon enough. Everyone at the table was now staring at her.
"What exactly is it you find so funny about our situation?" Richard asked her, trying not to be but starting to feel mad at all of these strange people that would suddenly get mad at you, or start laughing at you for no apparent reason at all!
Usagi continued to laugh for a minute or so, until she was finally able to talk. "I'm so sorry everyone. I didn't mean to laugh at you, but I couldn't help it. Where is it you got this book again?"
"My brothers got it for us as a going away present when we left." The red- haired boy told her, suspicion of what was going on creeping into his voice "Why, is something wrong with it?"
"I'd say, I know for sure that this defiantly isn't what it's supposed to be. It does translate words into Japanese; only the words that they are being translated in are totally ridiculous. Like here." Usagi pointed to a page in the book. "It says that the translation for chair is solitaire, whatever sense that makes. Earlier when you were ordering your food, I don't know if you noticed, but you were asking for 'dilled card hopscotch', and 'fried frogeye casserole. No wonder the waiter left!"
Everyone at the table looked to be very angry with the pranksters who thought it would be so funny to make them look like complete fools. Unluckily for Fred and George, the people who were the but end of their prank didn't find anything to laugh about it at all. Harry was especially mad. He had wanted to have a good time while here, but the presence of the twins couldn't seem to leave the family and allow them to have a good time. Now they had unknowingly embarrassed him in front of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Sure, he never had a chance with someone like her in the first place, he wasn't stupid, and he could face facts. It was just the look she gave him.it was one of such disgust and dislike. He felt himself unconsciously shudder as he remembered it; no one had ever looked at him like that before, not even his much-hated family.
While Usagi offered to help them order, Harry was trapped in his own private turmoil. It wasn't just that the girl was pretty that made Harry unhappy that he had given her such a bad first impression of him. It was the tears that he could see brimming in her eyes that she hid so quickly; he almost believed that he had dreamt it. He had made her sad, and for some reason that fact made him almost want to go over and give her a hug and say that he was sorry. It felt so wrong that he should be mean to her, like he should be protecting her instead.
There was also something so familiar about her that he just couldn't place. The way when she was mad at him she just ignored him, and the way she stood when she was angry. The tone of her voice, everything about this Usagi girl was like the memory of a dream that made him almost feel that he knew her at some time, even though he knew that that was impossible. He would remember someone like that.
**
Usagi just couldn't believe that that kid had called her stupid. She didn't really care about those other words that he had said, she could tell that they were only said out of frustration. It was just that those words cut so deeply into what she had been going thought recently. No one had really said it, and now that it was said, even if she didn't know him, she was angry. She tried to hide it as she helped the strangers who called themselves the Weaslyes, and their friend Harry order their food. She almost couldn't stand talking to Harry, so she did what she always did when she was angry with someone. She was overly polite. She hoped that he couldn't tell that she was doing it because she couldn't stand to talk to him any other way, but for some reason she knew that he was perfectly aware what she was doing.
"If you ever need any other help just ask me, my number is 555-1234. I'd be more than happy to give you a tour of Juuban some time or something." She winked at the little girl named Ginny, Usagi had immediately taken a liking to her, she reminded her so much of herself at that age. Not to mention the red-haired boy named Ron was really cute. If all she had to do was try to deal with Harry, it would be well worth it. Anything to get out of the house and away from her friends, and basically anyone who knew about her transfer. She knew that they were only trying to be nice and understanding, but deep down she couldn't hide the fact that as much as they liked her, they still thought that she 'wasn't the brightest crayon in the box' so to speak, and they couldn't completely hide it. All she needed to do was to be away from them for a little while, and giving these people a tour would be just the thing.
"We'd be more than happy to accept your offer." Molly smiled, but look confused as she talked. "You've been such a help to us though, what can we do for you? You haven't asked for anything, and you don't even know us."
"Don't worry about anything. I like helping people, and giving you all a tour will give me an excuse to wander around the city again. I haven't done that in a long time. If you're all set I've really got to get back to my dinner. It was nice meeting you all. Bye." They sounded like chickens as they chirped their thanks and said goodbye at almost the same time.
Usagi tried not to notice that looks that her parents and brother were currently giving her as she sat down at the table. "So.what are we eating?" She tried to break the silence reminding them that they WERE here to eat.
The rest of the night passed in an almost daze as she slowly ate her food. That's right, she SLOWLY ate her meal. That just went to show that her mind was on something, or to be more accurate, someone else. That boy with the messy brown hair and glasses was just so familiar. As much as she immediately disliked him, it was almost like she knew him from somewhere.no, Usagi banished the thought, he was just another stranger in a world full of them. Nothing more, and nothing less.
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I just want you to know that for the speaking in this story, I will be using 2 different languages. When there is only one being spoken I will use the ordinary "_", but when I need to distinguish between them I will use ":_:". With Usagi that will be used for English, and for Harry that will be used for Japanese.
**
Usagi just couldn't believe that her parents expected her to get ready for a big dinner in only an hour! What were they insane? She almost didn't have time to finish getting ready, and her parents were threating to leave without her when she finally started walking down the stairs.
"I'm ready" She called to her parents and Sammy who were all waiting by the door for her to finish. If they had been anyone but her family their eyes would have bugged out of their sockets at the sight she made. She had chosen to wear a silky black dress with spaghetti straps and a slit that did a great job of accenting her natural features. She wasn't wearing very much makeup, she was the type of person that didn't need to use it, and if she did it would just ruin her face. Her hair was hanging down and went almost to the floor. She was wearing a silver choker, and diamond earrings she had gotten for Christmas that glittered in the dimly lit room.
"So are we going or what?" She asked her dad who looked like he was seriously considering dragging her up into her room and forcing her to change into something more modest. After all, he didn't want any boys to look at his precious daughter and getting any ideas. The look his wife gave him quickly forestalled any objections he might have made though, so he just nodded and said, "We better get going, or else we're going to be late. We don't want to miss this, I don't know how long it would take me to get new dinner reservations, and I got this one weeks ago!"
**
Harry was just finishing getting settled into his room when he heard a knock on the door. "Come in" He called, not bothering to look up, he already knew who it would be. Ron told him earlier that as soon as he was finished unpacking that he would come and they would start working on their plans of how they were going to catch these 'sailor soldiers.'
He was right about one thing, but seriously wrong about another part of the plan in his head. Ron WAS there, but instead of his common jeans and a t- shirt, he was wearing some kind of a penguin suit. He looked distinctly uncomfortable, and like what he wanted to do more than anything was to rip it off of him right there and then, just to get it OFF.
"Oh no! I forgot about the dinner that we were supposed to go on tonight!" Harry cried in surprise. "And I have nothing to wear either!"
"You don't have to worry about that, my mom has something for you to wear in my room. There's no way that I'm doing this alone. If I'm gonna be stuck in this ridiculous outfit, you're going to be sharing the experience." Ron had a satisfactory smirk on his face as he said these words.
Harry only moaned, and followed Ron into the room. The suit was lying out on the bed, and was almost scary looking. While Ron's was a black and white, his was blue and black. For the boy that lived most of his childhood wearing clothes that were 10 sizes too large, and then black cloaks, this was going to be a new, and most likely unpleasant experience. "Why do we have to do this anyway?" He asked Ron as he walked out the door.
"I'm sure it's just to torture us." Ron called after him.
**
Usagi walked in an almost a daze through the huge doors into the main part of the restaurant. It was surreal the way furniture and paintings strategically placed around the room made it look like you were in a completely different world, where magic and great things were possible. Where dreams could come true. There were huge paintings all over with pictures of knights, and princesses, and dragons. There were also giant canvas portraits of huge orchids, especially the black orchid. On the ceiling was a huge stain glass black orchid, covering the entire top of dome.
Usagi couldn't believe that she was actually here, and this was really happening. She had been hearing of this place for most of her life, and for so long had dreamed of the day that she would come here. She was perfectly aware that the only reason that her parents were taking her was because they were upset that she was going to be leaving them when summer was over, and this was their was of apologizing for 'kicking her out'. That didn't ruin the mood though. This wasn't going to be a time to dwell on the future, Usagi was determined to let this be a perfect memory with her parents and little brother that she could keep with her when she was away.
The waiter took them to a table in the middle of the restaurant, surrounded by some other tables, but not close enough to seem crowded. The tablecloth was a sleek black, and the candles winked in the darkness. Usagi sat in the chair trying her hardest not to let the dream fade, and tried not to say anything to crack the silence with mindless talk.
Shingo wasn't the type to appreciate these things though, so as soon as they were all sitting down, he started chattering on about school, and how easy it was, and how he couldn't BELIEVE he got an A- in his English class, and how it ruined his perfect score. She tried to ignore him the best she could. Shingo was always the smart one, the child that her parents could be proud of, and who everyone always said 'Oh Ken, he reminds me so much of you when you were his age! Always striving to reach your ultimate potential.' Or 'My dear Ikuko, I remember when you did ____ also, it seems that he is following in your footsteps, so much like his parents.' No one ever said she was like her parents though. Her parents were great students when they were in school. They were class presidents, and basketball team captains. She was the screw up. They knew it, but they tried not to be too obviously disappointed that their daughter was so different than the one that they dreamed of having. She didn't even LOOK like her parents!
"EXCUSE ME SIR! I have no idea what that is, but I can assure you that we won't have any 'fried frog eye casserole'!" A waiters adjusted voice echoed through the room, and everyone, Usagi included turned to stare at the scene that was quickly forming.
Usagi almost laughed aloud at the picture they made. There were 2 redhead people, obviously older parents. There were 2 kids that were most likely theirs, because they had red hair also. One boy that had his face almost as red as the hair on her head, and a younger girl slowly sliding under the table trying to hide. There was someone with brown hair sitting at the table too, but his back was to Usagi so she couldn't see him. That wasn't all, the older man was holding a book in his hand and trying in vain to read from it and talk in Japanese, although it was very obvious that it wasn't a language he was familiar with. He was the only one with a book, and the people around they could barely be heard muttering in English trying to figure out a way that they could manage to get their food without a complete disaster breaking out.
"What about 'Dilled Card Hopscotch?' the older man tried again to say something that the waiter could understand so they could eat, but it turned out to be the last straw. With a haughty puff, and some world about how these tourists should go somewhere that they can be understood, and how it wasn't HIS job to deal with people like that, he was here to take orders from 'normal' people, he stormed away.
The little girl looked like she was going to cry, along with her mother. The redheaded boy looked like he wanted to do nothing more than to drag that man back and get him to apologize to his family for whatever it is he said. The older man looked lost, trying in vain to figure out what had gone wrong. He was sure he pronounced the words correctly. Once again she couldn't see the brown haired boy, but you could tell what he was thinking by the fact that he had his head in his hands and was just shaking his head back and forth in denial.
"Poor people" Usagi's mother started saying quietly enough that only Usagi who was sitting right next to her could hear her. "It's a pity I can't for the life of me remember a world of English I learned in school, or I would go help them out. No one should go through this. I'm sure some people in this room can talk to them, but are just too scared of being the center of attention." Ikuko turned her head to look at her daughter, and immediately recognized the look on her face. "Oh my goodness, did I just say that out loud!" She cried, and tried in vain to stop her daughter from walking over to the other side of the room, but Usagi didn't even seem to hear her.
"Where's meatball-brains going?!" Sammy asked his father as he saw Usagi's detreating back. Kenji for the first time saw his daughter walking away and knew that this was going to be trouble. Why did it always have to be HIS daughter that went to help out the strangest people? Any NORMAL person would let someone else take care of it.
**
Harry couldn't do anything but put his head in his hands and try to hide from the people looking at them. This was so EMBARASSING! He knew that they would need to do something for the language gap, but Ron's dad was so sure all he needed to do was read the words he wanted out of the book that had been given, and they would be all set. OBVIOUSLY he was wrong, seeing how everything didn't exactly go smoothly. Now they were in the middle of a strange place, where NO ONE could understand them, and the worst of all, they weren't getting any food!
":Excuse me?:"
Harry whipped around to see a girl in front of him. He didn't take much notice of her features; he just turned back around and said "Not another one! I'm soooo sick of these rude, stupid people who can't even speak the only civilized language in the world, English."
"English is NOT the only civilized language in the world, you big jerk! And how can you say that someone is stupid without even knowing them! You have no right to talk to me like that! All I wanted to do is see if I could help you guys, but OBVIOUSLY I'm not needed here!" The girl gave Harry a glare that would have turned someone to ice; it was so cold and filled with some kind of almost hatred, but not quite. Something that he had said had cut her deeply, and he didn't even mean to say them. They just came out because of all of the frustrations he had been dealing with recently. She turned around and got ready to storm off when Molly's voice stopped her.
"I'm sorry for Harry's rudeness, but can you speak very good English? We're kind of in a bit of a predicament here, and could really use your help."
If her frown could send a person crashing deep down into the depths of despair, her smile could rival a sunrise. For the first time Harry actually LOOKED at the girl, and was astonished at what he saw. In front of him was an angel in the most complex of terms. She had to be one of the most beautiful people what he had ever seen, and he was just rude to her! He felt like the world was crashing down on him. How could he be so mean to someone so pretty, and if she was here to help them, nice? And the wasn't the worst of it, she was mad at him. He could tell by the way that she was now looking at Molly talk, and her back rigid with anger. Everything in her stance spoke volumes of how she now felt about him, and none of it was good.
Harry looked up and saw that Ron was looking at him with pity. He of all people would feel bad for Harry, and know what he was going through, after all, he was a guy too, and knew that he would never want something like that to happen to him.
"I'd be happy to help you, my name is Usagi. What do you need?"
"While do you think that you could help us order? None of your waiters can seem to understand what I'm asking for, and that doesn't make any sense. I'm quite sure I'm speaking perfect Japanese, it's all in this book right here." Richard said as he handed the book to Usagi.
Harry took his head out of his hands for a moment when he head a shuddering sound coming from very close to him. He looked at the girl and saw that her face was turning bright red. The shudders were coming from her, and Harry was starting to get very worried. Just when he was about to perform the Heimlich maneuver on her, he realized what was really going on. She was laughing, but she was tying very hard not to. Finally she couldn't hold it in anymore, and broke out into fits of giggles. She quickly covered her mouth, once again trying to stop herself, but not soon enough. Everyone at the table was now staring at her.
"What exactly is it you find so funny about our situation?" Richard asked her, trying not to be but starting to feel mad at all of these strange people that would suddenly get mad at you, or start laughing at you for no apparent reason at all!
Usagi continued to laugh for a minute or so, until she was finally able to talk. "I'm so sorry everyone. I didn't mean to laugh at you, but I couldn't help it. Where is it you got this book again?"
"My brothers got it for us as a going away present when we left." The red- haired boy told her, suspicion of what was going on creeping into his voice "Why, is something wrong with it?"
"I'd say, I know for sure that this defiantly isn't what it's supposed to be. It does translate words into Japanese; only the words that they are being translated in are totally ridiculous. Like here." Usagi pointed to a page in the book. "It says that the translation for chair is solitaire, whatever sense that makes. Earlier when you were ordering your food, I don't know if you noticed, but you were asking for 'dilled card hopscotch', and 'fried frogeye casserole. No wonder the waiter left!"
Everyone at the table looked to be very angry with the pranksters who thought it would be so funny to make them look like complete fools. Unluckily for Fred and George, the people who were the but end of their prank didn't find anything to laugh about it at all. Harry was especially mad. He had wanted to have a good time while here, but the presence of the twins couldn't seem to leave the family and allow them to have a good time. Now they had unknowingly embarrassed him in front of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Sure, he never had a chance with someone like her in the first place, he wasn't stupid, and he could face facts. It was just the look she gave him.it was one of such disgust and dislike. He felt himself unconsciously shudder as he remembered it; no one had ever looked at him like that before, not even his much-hated family.
While Usagi offered to help them order, Harry was trapped in his own private turmoil. It wasn't just that the girl was pretty that made Harry unhappy that he had given her such a bad first impression of him. It was the tears that he could see brimming in her eyes that she hid so quickly; he almost believed that he had dreamt it. He had made her sad, and for some reason that fact made him almost want to go over and give her a hug and say that he was sorry. It felt so wrong that he should be mean to her, like he should be protecting her instead.
There was also something so familiar about her that he just couldn't place. The way when she was mad at him she just ignored him, and the way she stood when she was angry. The tone of her voice, everything about this Usagi girl was like the memory of a dream that made him almost feel that he knew her at some time, even though he knew that that was impossible. He would remember someone like that.
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Usagi just couldn't believe that that kid had called her stupid. She didn't really care about those other words that he had said, she could tell that they were only said out of frustration. It was just that those words cut so deeply into what she had been going thought recently. No one had really said it, and now that it was said, even if she didn't know him, she was angry. She tried to hide it as she helped the strangers who called themselves the Weaslyes, and their friend Harry order their food. She almost couldn't stand talking to Harry, so she did what she always did when she was angry with someone. She was overly polite. She hoped that he couldn't tell that she was doing it because she couldn't stand to talk to him any other way, but for some reason she knew that he was perfectly aware what she was doing.
"If you ever need any other help just ask me, my number is 555-1234. I'd be more than happy to give you a tour of Juuban some time or something." She winked at the little girl named Ginny, Usagi had immediately taken a liking to her, she reminded her so much of herself at that age. Not to mention the red-haired boy named Ron was really cute. If all she had to do was try to deal with Harry, it would be well worth it. Anything to get out of the house and away from her friends, and basically anyone who knew about her transfer. She knew that they were only trying to be nice and understanding, but deep down she couldn't hide the fact that as much as they liked her, they still thought that she 'wasn't the brightest crayon in the box' so to speak, and they couldn't completely hide it. All she needed to do was to be away from them for a little while, and giving these people a tour would be just the thing.
"We'd be more than happy to accept your offer." Molly smiled, but look confused as she talked. "You've been such a help to us though, what can we do for you? You haven't asked for anything, and you don't even know us."
"Don't worry about anything. I like helping people, and giving you all a tour will give me an excuse to wander around the city again. I haven't done that in a long time. If you're all set I've really got to get back to my dinner. It was nice meeting you all. Bye." They sounded like chickens as they chirped their thanks and said goodbye at almost the same time.
Usagi tried not to notice that looks that her parents and brother were currently giving her as she sat down at the table. "So.what are we eating?" She tried to break the silence reminding them that they WERE here to eat.
The rest of the night passed in an almost daze as she slowly ate her food. That's right, she SLOWLY ate her meal. That just went to show that her mind was on something, or to be more accurate, someone else. That boy with the messy brown hair and glasses was just so familiar. As much as she immediately disliked him, it was almost like she knew him from somewhere.no, Usagi banished the thought, he was just another stranger in a world full of them. Nothing more, and nothing less.
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