Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling. I did not create any of the characters within this story.
Chapter 8
I sat at the table in Hogsmade, laughing at a joke my father had made. We were getting along wonderful. Harry sat beside me, smiling. My mother sat across from me, talking about her new job, and the trouble that she had had on the first day. I smiled at her, making some small talk, asking questions about what she had to do in her job, and stuff like that. Everything was going great. If it had stayed like that, I would have enjoyed myself.
But the waitress came, handed us our menus and left us to come to our own decision. I opened up the menu, and looked through the contents. I decided I would look at the drinks first, because that would be the simplest thing to do.
Soft Drinks
Pepsi $1.50 Diet Pepsi $1.50
Mountain Dew $1.50 Cherry Soda $1.50
I chose the diet pepsi. One calorie per serving. I could work that off just by sitting here. I smiled as my mother chatted with my father about all the variety in foods. Harry was searching through his menu. He kept looking up every so often, and then he would duck his head back into the menu.
"What are you going to get, Hermione?" my mother asked.
"I'm not quite sure. There's so many good things here." I said sweetly. I kept looking at the menu. Everyone else was quiet. Waiting for me to pick something. I wanted to tell them to order ahead of me, but I knew that they would think that was strange. Usually I was able to pick something right away, with no wait.
"Why don't you get a hamburger?" my father asked. I looked up at him, smiled and replied. "Actually I was thinking of getting a cesar side salad, with the chicken fingers and fries."
"That sounds delicious." my mother said.
We ordered the meal. A couple minutes later, it arrived. I tried to act as if this was what I ate all the time. I munched away at my salad, making sure there was no dressing placed on it. Already I was going over the amount of calories I usually consumed within a day, there was no need of making unnecessary calories appear.
We chatted about school, and our life in the school. Harry chatted about his Quidditch practices and I talked about the latest Potions assignment. I was finally starting to feel comfortable being here with these three people, when the door burst open. In came Professor Dumbledor and Professor McGonagall.