"Welcome to Budva, Montenegro," rang out the captain's voice across the ship. "A little intro about Budva, for your benefit. Budva is a popular city known for its beaches, and it has a very famous Budva Riviera. Some of the things you can do here; go to beaches, hike, sightseeing, fairs. Speaking of fairs, a large fair is happening today. Check our cruise cards, pamphlets, and visitor center for more information. We hope you have a good day in Budva!"

Dumbledore nodded, biting into his croissant. He was wondering where to go. He needed to go into some shops and buy hippo food, anyway. But where would he find hippo food? He heard there was a store called Walmart. Maybe he could try there.

Dumbledore left his plate on the table with a word of thanks to the waiter as he strode off the ship (after the ID card security check) and walked down the harbor until he reached a store called PetOMania.

"Hmm… hippos are pets," he reasoned to himself, going inside the store and walking to the woman at the counter.

"Hello, sir, what can I help you with?" she asked, clicking away at her weird thing.

"I need hippo food."

She blinked at him. "Did you say hippo?"

"Yes, ma'am. Hippo food. Not a very large hippo, but a baby one. Or a child. Her name is Magnolia. Do you have a few packets of hippo food for her?"

"I'm sorry, sir, we don't sell hippo food here-"

"You don't? What good are you?"

"I'm sorry, sir," she repeated. "Are you a zookeeper?"

"No," he said, highly affronted. "Why would you suggest that?"

"Then where are you keeping this hippo in custody?"

"Oh. Near my house," Dumbledore lied, "but that's not a big deal. You seriously don't have hippo food? I will complain to the manager about this-"

"I can tell you what hippos eat, though," the woman offered. "Wait. I'll be right back." She went into the backroom and returned a few seconds later with a thick binder full of flashcards in her hand. "Hedgehog… Hermit crab… Heron… Ah. Hippopotamus. Okay, so they are herbivores."

"Herb… i… what?"

"Herbivores. That means they don't eat meat."

"You mean vegetarian."

She looked annoyed. "Animals are classified in different ways," she explained, her voice on the edge of patience.

"Oh. That's weird."

"Now, can you tell me what kind of hippo you have?"

"A grey one."

"Um, yes, but…" She sighed. "Okay. Feed it grass, shoots, leaves, reeds. Don't feed her coarse grass or coarse reeds; that makes digestion hard for them. So creeping, tall, weedy grass, shoots, and reeds. Be careful on the type of leaves you feed the hippopotamus. Does that make sense?"

He nodded.

"Okay, great. So if that's it, can you please…"

"I didn't understand."

She stared at him. "Then why did you say yes?"

"I did not!"

She groaned.

"Can you hand me a copy of whatever you're reading from?"

"Sure." She sounded annoyed, but she went into the backroom and came out with a copy of the 'Hippo' flashcard. "There. Take that. Please recommend our services. Thank you, have a good day."

He smiled and nodded before he left the shop.

What a weird store.

Tonks flipped through the information pamphlet. "What do you say about banana boating?"

"Are you serious?" Remus asked her in disbelief.

She burst out in laughter. "No, of course not. What do you want to do?"

"It doesn't matter."

The two of them had left the ship and gone to the tourist center for ideas on what to do, and they were flipping through the pamphlets.

"Do you have any places you recommend?" Tonks asked the man at the counter.

"Hmm… let's see," said the man, leaning against the counter and scrunching up his face in thought. "Budva is very famous for its Riviera, full of beaches. I would recommend that a try."

"Thanks," Tonks told him. "Any places in particular?"

"Um…" He frowned. "There's Mogren beach, arguably the best of them all. The water is very blue there, actually, and it sits in front of a large cliff with lots of forest on top. If you want to go to a beach, that one is very good. Good for hiking, nature walks, the lot. A very nice swim, too."

"Okay. Thanks so much," Tonks thanked him, turning to Remus. "Mogren beach, what d'you say?"

"I like it," Remus responded. He turned to the man at the counter. "Where can we go?"

The man wiped sweat off his forehead and said, "Go right, and then you will see a blue building. Turn left and then it should be around ten minutes walk from there. Since the hill is… difficult to hike, you have to go around the rocks, which takes quite a while of a walk. Unless you would like to hike. I would recommend the side entrance."

"We'll use the side entrance," Remus said, laughing. "Ready, Dora?"

"Yep," replied Tonks. The two of them strode off and followed the man's instructions. The walk was long, like he said, but it was pleasant. The weather was warm, but not too hot. Their chatter took them through the walk until they reached a beach, which looked stunning.

The water was a true, proud shade of aqua blue. It was crystal clean. There were a lot of people flopped against towels on the ground, and a lot of kids were swimming around in the water. The area felt kind of isolated, since it was blocked by a cliff, but it felt cozy. And nice. The beach itself was kind of small, and crowded, but it was still beautiful. There were rocks decorating the entire beach. It looked…

"Beautiful," whispered Remus.

"I know," agreed Tonks. "You wanna go take a seat somewhere?"

Remus nodded. "Yeah. Sure."

The two of them walked over to the middle of the sand and managed to squeeze between two ladies on one side and a dad handling three noisy kids on the other.

Tonks stretched her feet out in the sand, loving the feel of the sand on her skin, in between her toes. "Do you want to do anything? Like take a walk, or dip your feet in the water, or something?"

"We can just go dip our feet in the water," suggested Remus. "I like that."

Remus and Tonks got up and walked towards the shoreline, kicking off their flip-flops and stepping into the light waves as the water washed over their feet. "Are you enjoying the cruise?" Tonks asked him.

"Honestly, yeah," he replied. "It's not as… pool-y as I thought."

"Pool-y?" asked Tonks, snorting.

Remus laughed. "I mean, it doesn't involve as much getting-into-the-water as I thought."

Tonks laughed too. "There's lots of other things, you know? Mini-golfing, rock wall, I don't know. Even beaches don't even involve getting into the ocean. You can just walk around. You can build sandcastles, do stuff with rocks, I don't know."

"Yeah," said Remus, nodding. "I know. I didn't expect that."

Another wave rolled up to them, dousing their feet with water.

"This is calming," sighed Tonks, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "And this beach is really nice."

"I know," agreed Remus. "But the sand is tickling my feet," he groaned.

Tonks burst out in laughter.

"You're going to have to deal with it."

"Please get your life vests on," snapped the woman, sounding annoyed. "You've had plenty of time. You may not get on the boat without a life vest if you're under fifteen!"

Harry looked over at Ron, who hadn't put his vest on yet. Hermione, however, had. "Ron, hurry up and get on your life vest!"

"I don't know how!" Ron stuck his left foot through the hole. "Like that?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "No. You put it over your head."

Ron frowned, doing as she asked. "Like that?"

Harry smirked.

"I mean… kind of." Hermione leaned forward and adjusted the life vest so it was properly placed. "There we go."

"Okay, you're finished," the woman said approvingly. "Have you guys ever done this before?"

"What, banana boating?" Ron asked.

"Yeah."

"Nope," replied Harry.

"Yeah, me neither," Hermione replied.

"Okay, cool. You just have to climb into the boat, which is shaped like a banana, and it's narrow, and then you just go really really fast. It's inflated, you see. You have to be super careful, though, because it's so small. You could get thrown off. But nothing to worry about; as long as you hold on tightly - and do not let go - then you'll be fine."

"How does it move, though?" Harry asked. "Does it just go along with the waves? Won't they overpower us?"

"Nothing to worry about. A jetski will tow you guys. Do you want medium, fast, or super fast?"

"Super fast," all three of them replied synchronously.

"Okay then. Board your banana boat."

Harry climbed onto the front seat, then Ron in the middle, and Hermione in the back. Harry grabbed the little handles in front of him and kicked his feet over the side.

"Go!" shouted someone, maybe the woman, or the jetski driver. The boat started moving across the sea, not too far from shore, and it was going fast.

"AAH!" yelled Harry, not having expected the speed. He grabbed onto his handles. Ron, however, wasn't holding onto anything, and his hands were thrown up in the air. Hermione was unexpectedly not looking terrified. On the contrary, she looked like she was thoroughly enjoying it.

If Hermione could do it, so could Harry!

Or so he hoped.

Cho looked up the mountain. "Are you kidding me, Cedric? We have to climb this?"

"It's not that hard," Cedric told her, grinning. "It's fun. Especially with somebody else. And there's a hiking trail, so it's nothing huge. There's a river by the side with a waterfall, did you know? I really want to go."

"A waterfall?"

"Yeah. Apparently it's a quick-speed one. I want to see it."

Cho looked at Cedric. "Fine."

Cedric laughed, ruffling her hair. "You'll enjoy it. I know you will. I didn't think I would the first time, but I loved it. Seriously loved it."

"If you say so…"

"Trust me." Cedric wrapped his hand around hers. His was warm and cozy. Hers was as cold as ice. "Youch! Those are cold!"

She laughed.

"Anyway, let's go."

The two of them started up the mountain. They talked about things… nothing in particular… just about the cruise, family, how things were going, getting to know each other a little more than they already did.

"Then Brant said… Hey, there's the waterfall!" exclaimed Cedric.

"Why would Brant say… Oh." Cho turned pink as she turned around to see the waterfall feeding into a small stream that carried down. "Wow. That's beautiful."

"I know, right?" agreed Cedric. He sighed. "Nature is beautiful."

Cho couldn't agree more.

"It won't be that bad," Lily convinced her husband.

"Shopping?" James asked wearily. "Are you kidding?"

"I don't mean shopping, like, buying lipstick and dresses. I'm talking about souvenirs, keychains, magnets, that stuff."

James sighed. "Fine, fine. We can go shopping."

Lily smiled, her face lighting up. "You'll enjoy it, James, I know you'll love it!"

"I wouldn't say that much, but I'll come. You ready?"

Lily nodded, and the two of them set off to the store, a roadside store with souvenirs, shirts, caps, and I've Visited Budva t-shirts. There were a lot of roadside stores on the alley.

"Do you think this color fits me?" James asked, holding up a black t-shirt to his chest. "I think it looks cool."

"Yeah. Suits your dark personality," teased Lily.

"Oh really?"

Lily giggled. "I like it. It suits you."

James laughed. "I like it too. I'm buying this one. Now I can flaunt it off to everyone that I've been to Budva."

"You're pronouncing it wrong," Lily told him. "It's not Boodva, it's Budva. As in buddy."

"Budva?" James asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yeah. Like that."

James laughed. "Oh. I get it now. Anyway, you want this magnet?"

Lily turned and took the magnet from him. "Someone who loves me very much went to Budva and got this magnet for me. But that's crazy… I would get this magnet myself."

"That makes you egotistical," James chided, poking her in the side.

"James, stop that," she said, squirming away from him. "Coming from you? Egotistical? Ha."

He rolled his eyes. "I've grown much more selfless."

"Uh-huh. And I've grown a beard."

"Are you trying to say that I'm a selfish brat?"

She bit her lip. "Not exactly…"

"What?"

"I'm joking, I'm joking," she laughed, reaching for the magnet. "It's cute. I'm taking this one."

"I have to buy it for you," proclaimed James, swiping it from her hands. "So you're not narcissistic."

Lily rolled her eyes, but she was grinning. "Okay, fine. Whatever. You buy it for me."

James laughed as he handed the magnet and shirt to the cashier. "Anything else you want to get?"

Lily looked around. "Yeah. Keychains."

"Sure, but… what will you do with a keychain?"

"I don't know. Hang it up on a wall somewhere, maybe."

James laughed. "You can get it."

"Thanks." Lily grinned.

James grinned back.

"Anytime."

"Hi, Fred," Ginny greeted, walking up to her brothers. "Hey, George."

"Hello," both of them replied synchronously.

"Argh, stop. That's creepy."

They both just grinned.

"Whatever. Are you two ready to go ice-skating?"

"Yep," replied George.

"You bet," said Fred.

"Okay, let's go, then." The three of them pulled on their ice skates according to their size and did their laces.

The cruise was hosting an ice skating event. Ginny, Fred, and George had all signed up to go together, and here they were. The line had been pretty long; a lot of people were there, waiting to go on the ice. They only called around twenty people at a time, or else the rink would get too crowded.

They got onto the ice, and Ginny was surprised at how slippery it was.

"Woah… WOAH!" she yelped, flailing around and falling face-flat onto the ground. "Ouch!" She pulled herself up, but she just couldn't stand straight on those skinny blades. She started to fall again, but George caught her.

"Watch out, Ginny," he warned. "You might want to hold the railing."

Yes! The railing. Thank Merlin for that. Ginny clamped a hold on the railing with one hand and brushed the shavings of ice off her jeans. "How come you two can stand?"

"It's kind of like flying on a broom," Fred advised.

"Yeah," agreed George. "You've got to find your balance. And then you just… slide." He extended his arms wide and started skating around the rink before gracefully sliding over to her.

"Thanks, but I'd rather stick with the railing," she told him.

"Aw, come on. Why?"

"Look there." Ginny pointed to a girl who looked around thirteen, who had been skating in the middle of the rink. Just then, she screamed and fell onto the ice. "That's why."

"It doesn't hurt, Gin. You can't let fear of what might happen stop you from trying," George told her. "You only get an opportunity like this once, Ginny. Mom would never let us go ice skating, you know that. You only get this now. Use it well."

Ginny thought about that.

And then she said, "Since when have you become so philosophical?"

"I don't know. But it sounded good, didn't it?"

Ginny snorted. "I guess so. It worked, though. I'm going to… try." She let go of the railing and immediately toppled over, waving her arms to keep her balance.

"You have to extend your arms in front of you," Fred advised. "Find your center of balance."

Ginny held out her arms in her front and slowly stood straight. She was still wobbling, but she wasn't falling.

It was a start.

"Now, how do you move?" she asked.

George shrugged. "You just… do."

"Thanks. Thanks a lot."

"I don't know how to explain it. You just gotta slide. Alternate, though. One foot first, followed by another. Keep your arms out. You have to learn to stand, first."

"But I'm wobbling… woah!" Ginny held the railing again.

"What happened?" Fred asked. "You didn't even fall."

"I'm just… I'm going to fall. I have to be ready for that."

Fred snorted. "Come on, Ginny, don't be scared. You're acting like a scaredy-cat."

Ginny scowled. "I am not!"

"Prove it," Fred suggested nonchalantly.

Ginny rolled her eyes and let go of the railing. She started to slide, and the more she did, she felt more confident.

"Yeah!" she shouted, twirling. "Nobody can stop me! I'm the best. I won't fall!"

Just then, Ginny fell.

Fred and George smirked.

Seamus had the feeling someone was stalking him. He was waiting for his turn on the waterslide, and he was sure someone… two someones… were stalking him.

And he was pretty sure it was Ella. And Ella. Those two girls who weren't related but had the same last name. The ones who were sitting right behind him.

His turn was only three turns away now. Dean was going, then Hermione, then some teenage dude (probably a Muggle) who had blue eyes and swept back blonde hair, then Seamus.

"Woohoo!" yelled Dean, diving into the waterslide. Seamus watched as he fell with a big splash! into the pool. Then Hermione went, then the surfer dude (he looked like one), and finally, Seamus's turn.

Giggle.

He knew it was the Ellas.

Giggle.

Two girls. Right.

"Would you-" he started, whirling around.

"Excuse me, sir, you're holding up the line," the man in charge of everything told Seamus. "Please, either go to the end of the line or go."

"I'll go," Seamus said quickly. He took one glance behind him, at the giggling Ellas, and he groaned, jumping into the waterslide.

It wasn't as straight as he'd imagined. It was large, and there was a current pushing him. The tube took twists and turns and it didn't look like it was going to end soon.

"Hi, Seamus!"

Seamus tried to whirl around, but he couldn't, since he was lying down. "What do you want?"

The girl giggled. "Hold up!"

"No!" Seamus moaned, trying to push himself to go down the slide quicker. "Stop following me! Why are you following me?"

"Following you?" Ella - or was it Ella? Seamus didn't know which one - giggled again. "We ain't following you, sonny boy!"

"Yeah, we just want to talk to you. Hold up!" yelled the other Ella.

"No!" Seamus pushed himself and he landed in the pool. He started thrashing and swimming towards the end of the large pool.

"Hey, Seamus, what's wrong?" Dean asked him.

"It's a girl named Ella. Two girls named Ella, actually. They keep following me!" Seamus cried, swimming towards the stairs.

"Wait!" called Ella. Seamus turned around. The two of them had fallen into the pool and were after him.

Seamus screamed.

A/N: Just some fluff and humor for you guys. Hope you enjoyed! :)