The two girls arrived in the pool. Nervously, they went to go check and see, on that sign that always told you, what year it was.
"'Today is July 17, 1995,'" Andrea read, when both of the girls had arrived to that special date sign. "Hermione…we're back!"
"Oh, finally!" said Hermione. "No more hairy builder guys for me!"
"Nor me," said Andrea, shuddering. Just then, she noticed something on the sign she had never noticed before. "Hey, Herm, look."
Hermione looked to what Andrea was pointing at. "Oh my God, Andrea…it just can't be…it can't…but I think it is. Maybe he's in there now!"
They went into the pool office. The man they were looking for was not in there, but there were some bored lifeguards there, making sure nobody tried to sneak into the pool. When she saw a phone on the table, Hermione decided to take the chance.
"Excuse me," she said to the lifeguard in her most businesslike, important voice, which was actually very businesslike and important for a fifteen-year-old.
The lifeguard looked up moodily, her sunglasses slipping down her hot, sweaty nose.
"Can…can I p-please speak to the owner of the pool, please?" asked Hermione. "Er, you have got his phone number, haven't you?"
"Of course I have," snapped the lifeguard, annoyed.
When the lifeguard had finished dialing for Hermione, Hermione put her ear to the phone and waited for someone to answer…and, finally, they did.
"Hello?" said an old man's voice.
"Hi," said Hermione, rather nervously. "You might not remember who I am, but I'm that girl from the future you met when you were thirteen. You know, the girl who, along with her best friend, Andrea Potter, helped you to overcome your fear of girls. You know, that girl. Hermione Granger."
"Hermione…Hermione…wait…I think I do remember you!" said the old man's voice, getting wheezy, as old mens' voices usually did, when they were excited. "You're that girl…oh, it's sooo weird that it was actually true! Hello, how are you doing?"
"Great, Edward," said Hermione warmly. "Isn't it weird how you grew to be age 63, but we're still fifteen?"
"Sure is," said old Edward happily. "Sure is. Remember how I used to be so afraid of girls when I was younger? Still gets a laugh out of this old geezer, it does."
"Oh, Edward!" Hermione laughed. "And it was us who built the new slide! Well, we hired a lot of hairy builder guys to do it, actually, but it was our idea to build it in the first place, though. We paid them, don't worry. And so now you own the pool?"
"Yep," said old Edward proudly. "Listen, Hermione, can I talk to the other young lady who was my friend back then? Andrea?"
"Sure," said Hermione, handing the phone to Andrea. Andrea picked up the phone and she heard old Edward speaking to her.
"Listen, I really appreciate all you did for me," said old Edward. "I'll never forget you girls. Never. I think you'll grow into fine young women."
"Thanks, Edward!" said Andrea. Just when they were about to talk more, though, the lifeguard lady yanked the phone out of Andrea's hands.
"She has to say goodbye, now," she said irritably into the part where you speak into the phone. "I hope you enjoyed talking to the ladies, Edward, and…goodbye."
"Goodbye!" cried Edward merrily as the lady hung up the phone.
"Girl from the future?" said the lifeguard, her voice sharp. "Fear of girls? He grew all the way to 63, but you stayed fifteen? New slide? Hairy builder guys? Listen…I think his memory's bad enough, don't you?"
All she got in response was Andrea and Hermione giggling as they went to collect their stuff on the pool chairs. It had sure been an exciting day!
THE END