F is for Friendship
"Friendship? That's a little cliché isn't it?" Ron said folding his arms and frowning, "I told you this idea is stupid."
"Oh Ronald!"
"Can you stop calling me Ronald, that's what my mum does..."
Once again Harry was the only one thinking,
"Well there's obviously us three and-"
Hermione interrupted,
"Harry, Harry, maybe instead of listing all out friends, maybe we could focus on how we became friends."
"Oh," Harry paused for a moments thinking, "Well...I guess that was First Year at Halloween."
"No, Harry we were mates before then. We met outside the barrier."
"Yea! Your right! I didn't know how to get onto the platform and your mum told me how!"
"And you had dirt on your nose, Ron!" Hermione laughed.
"I did not!"
"You did too!"
"I did?"
Harry nodded,
"You did!"
Ron rubbed at his nose,
"I don't remember that..."
"And you two didn't like me for the beginning of first year," Hermione said.
"Still don't..." Ron muttered.
"It wasn't until you guys went and saved me from the troll that we became friends."
'Yep, Next!" Ron said.
Hermione rolled her eyes,
"Ron, if you'd just-"
"G is..."
A pickle for those who can guess what G is for!