Harry Potter and the Last Summer
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Yeah…I'm the farthest thing from gangster…
Sorry I've taken forever! Between being sickie, busy, and just plain lazy (hahha…poet and I didn't even know it!) I haven't had time to update. REAL sorry.
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Warning: F-word is used a few times…along with it in sign language. Contains huge amounts of sap and cheese and corn. Underwear is provided. Fleur might be OOC from what we see her as. I would appreciate not getting flames for that, since I warned you in advance. Most people of the male race (I don't know how many are on anyways) might not like this chapter—title below describes it all—so, if any male or female feels uncomfortable reading about nunga nunga holders (hahahaha…read all of the Georgia Nicolson books within a week again! LOVE IT MORE! THAN EVER BEFORE!) Then they can just skip on merrily to after the story while I teach some sign language or they can read the rest of the ending author's note. Or not read this chapie…or story…
Chapter Two: Bonding and Bras!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter…What? What did you expect? Did you think I was going to yell that I'm J.K. Rowling and I own everything?...I also don't own the references I make to one of my favorite movies ever, Slums of Beverly Hills or another favorite, Clueless!...Wish I did, though…Don't own my friend, Heather, who has hair somewhat like Elle's and is a lot like I made Gabrielle to be…Nor do I own this Ethel Merman quote (that Irving, I think, wrote) singing Let's go on with the show!
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Narrator's POV, Following Ginny
Ginny sat in her room and sighed. They had just dropped off Hermione and Harry at their houses, and now she was alone in her room. Maybe I can lie down and think about this mess before Phlegm ruins it…Her eyes gradually closed as she lay down on her bed, red hair flowing behind her back.
Right before Ginny almost reached a subconscious state, she heard the door opening. Two girls were jabbering angrily in French. Ginny sighed and sat up, expecting a mini Fleur but she was shocked by what she saw.
Fleur continued to angrily jabber in French to Gabrielle. She tossed back silvery, blond hair to show Ginny perfect skin and pink lips. Gabrielle was different, though…her hair was cut around her shoulders in many layers. It was died medium brown with bits of dark red and gold adding more depth to it (Ginny was sure since last time she saw her she was as blond as her sister) and her tips and under layers were black, too. Black eyeliner, smoky eye shadow, and mascara surrounded her eyes. Red, shiny lip-gloss was smeared over her full mouth. She had low riding black pants with a black belt and a black shirt, tight on her thin waist, that said "I'm not with stupid…we broke up." (I gave my above mentioned friend Heather that shirt for Christmas since this jackass broke up with her…everyone knew it was about him! Her's was gray, not black.) The look was topped with no shoes, black nail polish on her feet and hands, and a black cuff wristband. They both shone with grace and beauty, and even though Gabrielle was shorter than Ginny and Fleur wasn't much taller, they held themselves to make them look five ten. (Like Cindy Crawford…you know…Clueless.)
Ginny groaned loudly, knowing that it would be impossible to live with them, and fell onto her stomach, praying God to strike them with a lightning bolt. This made her a little upset, thinking back that just a few weeks ago she had touched a scar shaped like that with both her own forehead and her hand…
Fleur and Gabrielle finally noticed her after this, since Fleur came over and pulled her up. She gave one look at her and bright, blue eyes became wide with shock. "Oh my! You 'ave been dumped, no?"
Now Ginny's hazel eyes widened. I don't want anyone—especially not her—to know! I even made Ron promise to not tell anyone, unless he wanted Hermione to see his naked baby pictures…I don't want people angry at Harry. And I know that my brothers and father would make a big deal of it! "No." She tried replying as simply as she could, but it made she sounded more like she was upset than anything else.
Fleur turned to her sister. "Gabrielle, pleeze…why zon't you help Mrz. Weazley in ze keethcen." Gabrielle looked like she was going to object, but Fleur gave her a glare worthy of Ginny's mom and Gabrielle left without another word…but not before she said "Go fuck a tree" in sign language1, making Ginny giggle.
Fleur looked up at Ginny with crystal blue eyes. "Eet's okay, Geenny. I'm going to bee your seester. Zere is nozing you can't tell me." Ginny was shocked…is she serious? Fleur, Phlegm, this…this person who tortured me last summer? Ginny refused to say anything and stayed silent. Fleur got up from her spot on the floor and started leaving, "Well…I guezz I weel help our muzer in ze keetchen…" Ginny felt bad when she noticed Fleur's eyes were even shiner than normal.
"Wait!" Ginny called after her. Fleur stopped dead in her tracks. "Yes, someone broke up with me…but I'm okay…I think…" Fleur turned around, smiled, and jumped. She ran over to Ginny's twin bed and hugged her, ruffling her hair.
"Eet'z okay, Geenny. Eef 'e dumped you, zan zat ees hees problem, not yours!" Fleur seemed more excited that she was accepted by Ginny than upset that Ginny just went through a break-up.
"What do you do when this happens?"
"Seelly! Eet hasn't 'appened to me!" Ginny felt like kicking her. "Oh sorry! Bill told me I needed to vork on zis…let's see…that never happened because I never found ze right one unteel I met Beell, so I broke eet up before it got to serious!" She moved over to sit by Ginny and started playing with her hair. "Eef eet ees right, he weel come back to you. Eef eet's not, zan I'm sure you'll find someone new like zat!" She snapped her fingers to show the quickness of it.
The two young women sat in silence, Fleur playing with Ginny's flaming red hair, the girl the hair belonged to dropped her head on Fleur's shoulder. She thought Wow! She's actually somewhat human!
"Fleur, honey, the tiara came! Come and try it on!" Yelled Mrs. Weasley. Fleur and Ginny were put back into the real world. Ginny lifted her head up and Fleur stood up. Before the part-Veela could leave, Ginny thanked her for helping.
Fleur smiled kindly, "Eet was no problem. I'm glad to help…want to see zees tiara with moi?" Fleur asked.
Why not? She's better than I imagined. Ginny thought to herself. "Sure, I'd love to see it." With that the two women walked down the stairs together.
"Zees ees my seester, Gabrielle," Fleur gestured to the anti-Fleur.
"Call me Elle, pleeze." Gabrielle grumbled, glaring at Fleur. It was self-evident to Ginny that she had told her she wanted to go by that before.
"And zees eez," Fleur started, ignoring her sister, "my muzer." There was no doubt they were related. They looked exactly the same—if Mrs. Delacour wasn't even more beautiful, but then she was half-Veela and Fleur was only one fourth—except for the crows' feet around Fleur's mom's eyes, and her laugh lines. While some women looked older with wrinkles, she seemed…elegant.
"And last but not least, my fazer!" When she introduced him, Fleur made it obvious she looked up to her dad more. He looked completely different from his family. Brown, chestnut hair covered his head, chocolate eyes shone beady under bushy eyebrows. He was fairly tall and had a strong, muscular build. "Everyone, zees is my soon to bee seester, Geenny!"
Ginny gave them a wave. "Hi, Elle, Mrs. And Mr. Delacour," Giving them each a little nod. Fleur's dad laughed a loud, rumbling laugh.
"Please, we're going to be family soon. Call me Henri." (OMG! I didn't even realize that 'call me Henri' was from Georgia Nicolson!) Fleur's dad said. He had a strong, British accent, which was puzzling. You'd think that since he lived near France with his family that he'd have a French accent like them.
Before she could pursue the matter further, Henri's wife said, "And pleeze call me Camille." (You should feel blessed at how much work I put into these names! I went on a baby names website and found out Fleur, like I assumed, means "flower" in French and Gabrielle is "hero of God" in Hebrew. I decided to find good French names for her parents, and Camille means "virginal, unblemished character" which is what I wanted Camille to think of herself as. They're all named to seem higher than others and prettier, except Henri.)
Fleur turned to Ginny. "Tomorrow we're going to try on ze dresses for ze wedding!"
"Have fun."
"Silly, you are coming! I want to check zat ze gold lookz good weeth your great red hair!"
"And we 'ave to check zat ze dress feet you, too." Camille said.
"Muzer, we 'ad measurements taken last summer!"
"Zings change, Fleur…waists, legs, height, breasts…" Eyeing Ginny's 36 Cs, making herself cross her arms.
Before Ginny could grumble that she hoped that her breasts hadn't grown more, for every time she tried to talk to the male morons at her school they would stare at her chest, her mom walked in.
"There you two are! Here, try this on, Fleur." She handed the goblin made tiara to her future daughter-in-law. Fleur turned to the mirror near her and made sure it was on right before turning around.
"'Ow does eet look?" She asked, though it was blatant that it looked remarkable. The tiara was white gold with pearls sparkling at the points, and it made her already brilliant hair shine brighter.
Everyone chimed in on how good it looked as she politely smiled. They were discussing the wedding until a timer went off that snapped Mrs. Weasley back to the present.
"That's dinner. Go ahead and sit down at the table. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Get Ron, Ginny."
This will be an interesting summer…
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"GEEEEEEENNY" Fleur whispered. "GEEEENNY, vee need to go to ze wardrobe shop…GEEEEENNY!" She finally yelled.
Ginny sat straight up and turned to Fleur, "Wha?"
Fleur was already dressed—surprisingly enough in muggle clothing—in jeans and a white silk shirt. "Geet up. Eeven Gabrielle ees getting dressed! UP!"
"ELLE!" Yelled Gabrielle from the bathroom.
An hour and a half later Ginny was in David's Bridal (ha…don't know if that's everywhere, but I see commercials for it all the time here.) with a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and her long, red hair in a ponytail. Her eyes were coated with green eye shadow and a thick coat of black mascara, intense red lipstick covered her mouth. She wasn't even going to put on make-up if Fleur didn't persist that she needed to have an idea on which make-up would match herself and the dress. Ginny was waiting for Fleur to come out of the dressing room so they could marvel how she looked.
Ginny looked at her surroundings. Very…muggle, she thought to herself. Everything was electronic or manual, nothing by magic. Even though she wasn't as into Muggles as her dad, she liked them none the less, she had to restrain herself from touching every button she saw. I would much rather be in a wizard shop for this, but no, we have to go to a muggle shop since "Ze are so much better zan ze wizard onez for weddings!" I feel so uncomfortable here, I feel like I'm hiding myself. I don't like it. But then I hate going to shops—muggle or not—all together…
The red-head tried to keep her mind off the matter by watching Elle, who was watching the muggle equipment with wide eyes. Then Elle realized that Ginny was watching her joyful examination so she looked around quickly and started to read a Company from a few moths ago (HA! I actually know a British magazine! I read one issue once!). Ginny started to concentrate on her gum. Pop…Pop…Pop…Pop…
"So, girls, vat do you zink of zees dress?"
Pop…
Fleur came out in a white, spaghetti strap dress. It hugged every curve and straight edge spot of her body like it was skin. The dress was silk with a cloth on top of it, flowers carved into the middle section. A graceful train of lace flowed off the back, just a few feet off the dress. With the tiara on top, the veil on top of her face, she looked like a priceless, antique doll.
Ginny gaped. They say you aren't supposed to compete with the bride at the wedding, but how could anyone with a dress like that? And more importantly, with a bride like that? "You look beautiful, Fleur. Seriously."
Fleur beamed at her. She obviously wanted to hear that, which you couldn't blame her; Camille was very critical.
Not a second passed before both the of the moms started to inspect her and make sure that everything was perfect, not that it could get more perfect than it already was. After passing inspection of both the mothers of the soon to be wed and the seamstress
"Time for you girls to try yours on," Mrs. Weasley cried happily to Ginny and Elle. Elle jumped up, excited to do something.
"Vait, vait! I need to geet out of zees zing first!" Fleur shrieked from the dressing room.
A few minutes later Fleur came out in her original outfit and her hair, like Ginny's, in a high ponytail. She shoved the dress to her mom and sat down, upset. Now there's a mood swing I didn't predict.
As Camille went over to help Elle to find her dress and Mrs. Weasley went by the dressing room door, Fleur leaned over and whispered, "Eet felt a leetle tight. I 'ope I don't gain more weight before ze wedding."
Ginny was astonished at her soon to be sister's sudden self-conscious attitude when she finally realized why. Gabrielle was a little twig—she had the perfect "crack addict" look down that was so popular at this point in time—and her mom had almost no meat on her body. Being surrounded by them again must have made her hate her curvaceous body.
"Don't worry," Ginny whispered back, "You know, I read in Teen Witch that guys like curves over the whole 'crack addict" look." It was true; that same article was one of the ones she saved in a scrap book she had—she refused to call it a diary or journal after her second year—for the days she was down on her own curves.
Fleur didn't say anything, but she brightened up a lot and gave Ginny's hand a grateful squeeze.
No sooner had they finished talking that Gabrielle entered the room. She spun mockingly in the room with a gold cloth dress hung up with spaghetti straps. Rhinestones formed a rectangle in the center of the area right under her chest. Like Fleur, she looked like a goddess.
Fleur laughed her pretty laugh, stood up and spun Elle around in her arms. "Eet feets you like a glove! Let's geet eet off so Geenny can try hers on!" Elle got down on her knees and bowed down to her yelling "yes master!" When Camille gave her a stern look she got up but hunched her left shoulder to make it look like she had a hunchback. Ginny couldn't help but laugh.
Fleur sat back down next to Ginny. Ginny had to ask, since she never knew before, "Fleur, what's it like being the oldest? What's it like being a sister in general?"
Fleur thought about this for a moment. "It'z very…hard to explain. Being a sister is like 'aving you a best friend living with you. I am sure you feel sometimes zat 'Ermione ees your seester, no?" Ginny nodded, who wouldn't when they pretty much spent all their summer with them? "Eet ees just like zat. Eet's a great feeling. Hopefully you'll feel that way about me someday." Fleur looked at Ginny, expectantly.
For a moment she thought about this. Ginny thought Fleur could use some positive comments. She finally spoke, ignoring the fact that she knew it was really cheesy, "You know what? From what I've heard, about sisters getting along one minute and fighting the next and all that stuff…I think I already do."
Fleur's eyes filled with tears of joy as she smiled. "Zank you, Geenny!" She hugged the red-head around her neck. Ginny pat her back, aghast by this sudden show of emotion.
The dressing room door opened and they broke apart. "Your turn, Ginny." Their mom called out. She seemed a little tired, all ready having to deal with Fleur and Elle.
"The moment of truth," Ginny mumbled under her breath so only Fleur could here. She giggled a little as Ginny stood up and walked over to the dressing room. She closed the door behind her to find the dress was already there.
Ginny stripped down to her underwear and a bra…why in the world did she choose today to wear a black one? It looks like I grabbed an old one, too…parts of me are spilling out of the top! She looked at the dress; it was on a hanger with a plastic covering over it. Simple enough, but Ginny's heart still pounded and her stomach did a flip. I hate trying on new stuff! I'm always afraid it won't fit! Though she was barely a size six, she—like all teenaged girls—had a problem with her body image.
Chill, girl, a reasonable part of her said, you'll fit. And if you don't, then they'll fix it so you do! I hope so… said her self-conscious side. With a deep breath she took of the plastic wrapping. Just like Elle's, but I can hold it up by myself, so there's no straps on it. She grimaced. Taking another deep breath she unzipped it and carefully started to pull it on.
"Geenny, are you all right?" Fleur's concerned voice rang through the hall. She had a right to be worried. Ginny had spent about five or ten minutes.
"Uh…yeah…is everyone still there?" She called out. Please let them be gone, please let them be gone!
"No, Gabrielle wanted to look at Hot Topic so only our muzer and I are here."
Ginny breathed a sigh of relief. Camille was too critical to have to show how it came out on her. "Okay, I'll come out…"
Ginny just took a step out of the dressing room to find Fleur right outside and her mom in a chair. She's not worried. She knows what's wrong! She wanted to spit at her for this, this…monstrosity of a body!
Everything on the dress was fine at first. It flared out at the bottom, not showing any feet which would be perfect when she put on the high-heeled shoes. It clung perfectly to her waist, just like Fleur's wedding dress had done. But above that was the problem. It ended right at the middle of her breasts, leaving most of her bra exposed.
Ginny wanted to cry. Why do I have to have this body? I can't believe I wanted it when I was younger!
By that point her mom had come over. She was laughing a little. "So it's official, you carried on the Weasley gene. It's normal for our family, dear. Your aunt, grandmother, even your cousins have big boobs."
"MO-OM!" She whined, the whole shop could've heard her mother going on!
Fleur knew that she was upset. "Eet ees okay, Geenny. We'll just geet the seamstress to help us fix it." But that upset Ginny more.
After calming down she whispered, "Could you at least bring her here?" She didn't want anyone who was getting their dresses to see the dress she was wearing.
"Of course, Ginny. We'll just have to be here, too." Mrs. Weasley said before running off to get the seamstress. Fleur turned back to her and gave her a sisterly hug; Ginny put her head into her soon to be—no, her sister's shoulder. (Gah…Am I the sappiest person ever or what?)
Moments later the seamstress, Alice by the nametag, was there followed by Mrs. Weasley. Alice had coal black hair paired with light green eyes. When Fleur let go of her and she took her head of her shoulder, Alice made a face, her pink small lips grimacing. "This will require some work."
Ginny was shocked to see that Alice pulled out a wand. "I-I thought this was a Muggle shop!"
Mrs. Weasley chuckled. "Do you really think we would go to an all muggle store? It takes far too long to get things done. Alice here is a friend of Bill's from his grade. She offered to do the dresses for free. Bill and her were really close." Alice turned pink on her fair skin after she said that.
"I wish someone told me." She mumbled as Alice made measurements all around her chest and looked around her back.
"Hmmm….Lift up your arms, Ginny." Alice kindly asked. Ginny did as she was told.She could feel the light green eyes blazing into her chest. It's like I'm on display!
"Just what I thought," Alice grabbed the fabric she carried with her, and with her wand she cut it up and muttered a spell under her breath. Ginny felt the magic running through her as the fabric meshed together to make the dress fit. She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to run into the dressing room when Alice stopped her.
"Wait, there's more. You might want to sit for this." She drew up a chair for Ginny and she sat down, confused on what was going on. "I believe you grew and you didn't expect to or you just want to hide it." It was clear that Alice didn't want to say this to her. "But, your bra size says 36 C. I did some measurements. You're a 36 D now."
Now Ginny was closer to tears than before. This is horrible! A few tears actually escaped her eyes and she could feel Fleur and her mom's hand on her back as well as Alice's hand on her arm.
"I have a friend at the Victoria Secret a few stores over. Her name's Sandy. Tell her I sent you and that I want the pay from my account. You won't have to pay anything… buy whatever you want!…She'll help you find the right sizes. If it's a little off then she'll fit it. She's a witch, too." She was about to walk out the door when she turned around and smiled, "Look on the bright side. You're the envy of the average teenage girl. Good luck, God speed, and tell Bill I said hi!" Alice left the room and didn't look back.
"Geenny, you're mom left. Are you ready to go to thees shop?"
Ginny wanted to scream in aggravation over this mess. "Sure. Just give me a second, I need to get my shoes back on." Ginny left the dressing room with tears in her eyes, arms over her chest, slouching to try to hide it. Fleur engulfed her in another hug, almost as well as her moms.
"Oh, Geenny, eet'll be okay. You'll see. And zon't worry, the right boy will love you for your heart size, not your bra size."
Ginny pulled her head away and wiped off her tears. "You're right. I'm just being silly. Let's go by some bras!" She laughed and Fleur joined her and they walked out of the door arm in arm.
No surprise mom didn't come, Ginny thought, She's been through this a lot with me. With my first bras when I was ten—one of those training ones—my second set when I moved up to an A cup, my third when I reached a C cup, and she even bought me sports bras when I told her I wanted to go out for Chaser on the Quidditch team.
They stepped into Victoria's Secret for the very first time. The walls around them were dark pink and the air smelled of sweet, flowery perfume. Baskets were there with markings of prices and the sale's percent off. Every thing was in an organized manner, the check-out counter at the center of the back wall. The two sisters looked around, wondering where everyone was until a woman came from behind them.
"Are ya'll finding everything all right?" She asked unexpectedly causing both girls to jump, especially with the random Southern accent. They turned around to see a woman almost six feet tall with blue almond eyes. Her hair was golden blonde, longer than Fleur's but shorter than Ginny's, highlights weaved through. She had wide-ish hips and a big breast size. On top of her Victoria's Secret black dress suit was a tag reading 'Sandy' in block-typed words.
"Zo, you are ze Zandy." Fleur started to say, "We need to buy her some bras," She pushed Ginny up before continuing, "Um…Alize sent us."
Sandy's eyes became wider with understanding. She looked left to right before whispering, "Come with me." Sandy took Ginny's hand, dragging her to a room in the back while Fleur followed. On the front of the door it read 'Manager's Office' and inside was a simple desk. A lone calendar set up at the wrong month hung up in the back. Ginny and Fleur sat in two chairs in front of the desk.
"So, I assume one of you is getting married and one of you goes to Hogwarts."
"Yeah…I'm Ginny; this is Fleur—the one who's getting married to my brother Bill."
Sandy smiled big. "Ah…Alice told me about Bill…it's not everyday that she sends me clients. Then it's always for free, I owe her so much…but let me get my tape measurer to measure ya'll."
"So, Ginny, what kind of bra do you want?" Sandy asked; a tape measure around her neck. The measurement seemed to take hours when she wrapped it around her.
"A normal one. I just don't want it to point." Ginny mumbled. (Ha! I'm doing a total Slums of Beverly Hills parody. If you haven't watched it, rent it! It's one of the best movies ever! Go Natasha Lyonne!)
Sandy frowned before handing her a white lace tester from behind her. "Try this one on first to see if it's right."
Ginny stepped to the side and turned her back to the women. Moments later turned around, her hands over her chest again. "It's pointy!" She exclaimed.
Sandy grabbed her hands so she could see it. Indeed it was. "You need to put yourself into it. You see, you lean forward," Ginny followed, "Grab one and lift it a bit, and put it back in. Then do the same for the other one." As Ginny did this it started to fill it in right, so she turned around again as Sandy got more of different colors and styles for her to try on. When she got back she whispered, "Look! You're a natural D!"
Ginny went in the dressing room and started putting on another one. "There's nothing natural about it."
"You should consider yourself lucky. A lot of girls have two different sizes; have to get them specially made. Costs a lot of money," She sighed as Fleur finished for her.
"You have a beautiful gift, Geenny. Breaztz are wonderful." Fleur laughed out.
"EWW," Ginny mock-yelled as she spun out dressed in yet another bra. Soon she was on the floor laughing. Fleur was standing in front of her…everything was normal…except she had black-lace lingerie—bra and thong—over her clothes.
Fleur did that since she knew it would make Ginny laugh, but then she got tired of her going on and on. "You know, I waz zinking about using zis for your brozer after ze wedding." And Ginny immediately stopped laughing and made a face, making Sandy and Fleur laugh.
"I'm going to try the rest on now! Shut up!" She added after they laughed even harder.
The whole "crew" were walking up to the house after Fleur, Mrs. Weasley, and Camille Apparated Ginny and Elle (though excited to finally experience it, they both wished they took a porkety instead). Camille and Elle didn't expect a thing since Mrs. Weasley didn't tell them about the impromptu trip and Sandy gave her a leftover Wal-Mart bag she had.
They walked in silence until Elle actually voluntarily made conversation, a shocker for all, "Vat did you buy, Geeny?" Fleur and Ginny were at the Burrow's door when all of the sudden they look at each other simultaneously said "NOTHING!", turned the doorknob and laughed.
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So, what ya'll think? I know it's not that good, especially compared to the first chapter, but it took a lot of work and I hope you appreciate it.
1—the sign language for go fuck a tree—learned this from a sixth grader in the musical—hands palms down, make peace signs. Turn them to face palms up (go). Put your right hand in a fist and bang the bottom of your fist on your left hand and then make a peace sign sideways on your right hand (like scissors) and ram it into your left palm (fuck). (It kind of looks like sex, the second step.) Tree is your right hand on your left elbow, your elbow straight up…you can add other things to the end…its fun! Yay for sign language!
I know Fleur seems out-of-character, but we don't really know her that well, do we? I mean, Bill probably said something on how she treated his siblings and other people, so who's to say she can't change?
Know who I based Sandy off?……Yep, its Dave the L's Gal in the flesh! I kind of made her look a combination of my sisters and my supposed future self. Don't know why she's at Victoria's Secret…She's not a Mary Sue, is she? She didn't make a huge part of the story, and it's not like Harry or anyone is falling for her…and with that, could someone tell me what a canon character is?
R&R, please, but like last time, appreciative or constructive only! There's no need to call me the c-word. And yes, you get a special treat…the treat of knowing you helped me with my story…
JK…don't you hate it when teachers/parents/peers say that's your reward? I just want to say, "Hell, no! I get a treat for doing this hard work, now give it to me!"
Well, Au Revoir
Dave the L's Gal, AKA The Next Broadway Diva!
P.S. Added note, I've been squealing a lot lately! Rent, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and Kristen Chenoweth's Old Navy commercial—the only good one of that kind! Go Kristen! You're my hero!—are playing all the time! Anyone else exited?
P.P.S. I just watched The Wizard of Oz on the three disk thing! I love it! Go musicals! Go Judy Garland!
P.P.P.S. Isn't funny that you add a "p" to everyone as you go on? Hahahahaha
P.P.P.P.S. Sorry…currently high on a fever
P.P.P.P.P.S. 'high on a fever' means 'sick' smarties. I do not get high on anything else.
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. …Except laughter and life, I guess.
P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. …and Rent and stuff…….
P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Rent comes out on DVD on February 21st! Yay!