Author's Note: So, last night was my winter formal. It was much more fun than expected.

But at one point, I lost my chapstick and I was devastated! It was so sad. But then I found it on the table, and I was happy again.

where-my-heart-resides: Tada. I put in a Hobe Joe. I love That 70s Show too! But they have changed lots of stuff, the credits, Kitty's hair, et cetera. Very depressing I hate change. I also enjoy the Fall Out Boy. But I liked them before they got all big and whatnot, so now I am bitter. Yumm, sporks.

princessdza: The Queen of Randomness? That is quite a title to hold. I whole heartedly thank you.

Saniya: Well, Wal-Mart worker, I am glad you found the tale amusante.

Chapter 29: Soup warms the soul.

Disclaimer: Shit.

The six people that this fic is mainly about were boppin around one day. Hermione was researching some sort of witch-y thing. I don't know why she was doing that, it isn't like she is a witch. I guess she just wants to be Willow. I mean, who doesn't? The other five were staring at their shoes, their thoughts were as follows:

Harry: 'Duuuude. My shoes are so cool looking. They are like… tennis-y. Whoa, man! That is what the shoes should be called, tennis shoes. That's pure genius!... I want soup.'

Ginny: 'I want some friggin Scully heels. Scully has friggin Scully heels. Why the hell can't I have friggin Scully heels?… I want soup.'

Fred: 'I want to throw something. What to throw, what to throw? Ah, my shoe! Now, who to throw my shoe at? This is quite a quandary….I want soup.'

George: 'Owwie!…I want soup.'

Hermione: 'Hm. All these spells seem very complicated. They also seem very witch-y. I'm not sure why I am looking at spells. It isn't like I am a witch or anything… I want soup.'

Ron (singing): The pickle and the foot, the pickle and the foot, hi ho the dairy-o, the pickle and the foot. (Stops singing) Wait… that isn't how the song goes, is it?…I want soup.

"Hey, guys," said Harry, breaking the eternal silence, "Want some soup?"

Ginny nodded happily, no longer worrying about her lack of Scully heels.

Fred nodded happily, no longer worrying about his cold shoe-less foot.

George nodded happily, no longer worrying about the shoe imprint on the side of his face.

Hermione nodded happily, no longer worrying about her strange obsession with witchcraft even though she was not a witch.

Ron nodded happily, no longer worrying about correct lyrics.

They all headed off to find soup!

It was a long journey, it was a hard journey. At one point, The Six actually ran into a dead body.

"Oh, good heavens. What is this dead body doing in the middle of Wal-Mart?" wondered Hermione.

Ron shook his ghost head sadly. "I don't know, love. I just don't know."

"Holy crap!" said Ginny. "It's that bitch Bellatrix Lestrange."

"What?" said Harry, anger rising in his voice. "She killed Sirius! I must avenge my godfather's death!" He pulled out his wand and pointed it Bellatrix's body.

"Uh. Dude," said Fred. "She already dead."

"Not if I have anything to say about it!" yelled Harry as he raised his wand and began to say, "Av-"

But he was cut off by… Neville. "Oh, no you don't, Potter! I am killing this fucking bitch eater of the death thing!" Neville raised his wand and said the killing curse. "Avada Kedavra!"

And then Bellatrix was dead. "Uh, author?" said Fred. I don't know who the hell he was talking to. "She was already dead."

"You is a silly," said Hermione.

"Silly, silly, silly," mocked Ron.

"Eh. Whatevs," shrugged Fred.

"Hey," said Ginny. "Have you people ever realized how Avada Kedavra sounds sort like Abra Cadabra? Isn't that weird?"

"SOUP!" yelled Harry.

"Ah, yes, let us not forget about our mission," said the wise Fred.

They continued on, over check out counters, over CD racks, over piles and piles of clothing, until finally, they reached their destination. They reached… the soup aisle.

"Yummy, soup," said Hobo Joe.

"Why, Hobo Joe, what are you doing here?" asked Harry.

"AH!" Hobo Joe screamed. "Who the hell are you people? And why the hell do you look like those kids from those books?"

Ginny scoffed. "Well who the hell are you? And why the hell do you look like that hobo from the street corner? Bitch," she said.

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