I'M IN AMERICA WHILE I'M WRITING THIS! HEHE! O.o
N is for Norwegian Ridgeback
"N...N...N..." Harry pondered.
"NINCOMPOOP!" Ron exclaimed excitedly, "Hehe, what do I win?"
Hermione rolled her eyes,
"Nothing. What about Norwegian Ridgeback?"
Ron looked confused,
"And that'd be...?"
"A dragon," Hermione looked at him in disbelief.
"Oh! That's the one Harry had to fight for the Triwizard Cup!"
Harry slapped his forehead,
"No...The illegal one Hagrid was keeping in his house in first year..."
"Hagrid had a dragon!"
"Uh...Yea...It bit you..."
Ron finally looked as though he understood,
"Oh yea! I remember that little bugger. God I hated Norbert. I blocked him from my memory...I still have a scar you know!"
Both Harry and Hermione had Ron hand shoved in their face to see the miniscule puncture scar.
"You need a magnifying glass to see-" Harry tried to joke.
"It makes me self conscious!"
"What!" Hermione almost choked on her chocolate frog, "You can barely see it!"
Ron looked highly offended,
"You can! Imagine this: I see a smoking hot mama-"
"Don't ever say that again," Harry ordered wrinkling his nose in disgust. Ron ignored him.
"-And I go up to her-"
"Pfft, like you would. You'd go red then walked into a pole, like you did with Fleur in Fourth year..." Hermione sniggered. Ron continued his story still ignoring both of them,
"-And I'm busting my moves-"
Hermione and Harry cringed.
"-And then she goes, 'Oh my god! Ronald! What ever happened to your hand!'-"
"Who talks like that!"
"No one calls you Ronald."
"-And I'd say, 'Oh, a dragon bit me...' Then she'd give me a weird look assuming I'm an illegal dragon smuggler, then she'd walk away!"
"That would never happen..."
Ron glared at Harry,
"It could..."
"Couldn't."
"O! The next letter, 'O'!" Hermione interrupted.
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