You'd think I'd have written more for the amount of time I've waited. I haven't read Harry Potter properly for a while, so I think Ron came out a bit ooc; I also forgot about the whole order of the Phoenix (how? I don't know).
"Hello Mrs. Weasley!"
I look around at my mums name, unsure as to who called it. My eyes settled on a group of people, but specifically on the kid with his hand in the air, frantically waving. Clearly I wasn't the only one to jump, as my mother had quite a disgruntled look on her face. However, as I watched, she noticed the boy too, and smiled.
Naturally, I followed her as she made her way towards the group. Hermione gave a little gasp as she turned, but refused to answer my question of 'what?'. Using my common sense, I didn't even attempt to convince hermione to enlighten me, knowing that it was a lost cause. Instead, I focused my attention on the group before me. The group of 1o consisted of 5 girls, and…
"Oh." turns out I didn't need to be enlightened anyway. Hermione gave me her oh-so-famous 'you're an idiot' look, and Harry nudged me.
"Oh what?"
"Exchange students."
"How can you be sure?"
At this point Hermione chimed in with her even more famous 'you're an idiot' tone, "10 in all; 5 female, 5 male; and did you hear the way your doppelganger said the word 'hello'? Definitely American." She ended with a shush, signaling that we officially needed to pay attention.
"... Harry and Hermione aren't mine, of course."
The exchange students introduced themselves as we stepped out of the way of Madam Malkin's. I didn't pay much attention to most of them; the big guy was Frank, the scary looking brunette Reyna. I did catch a few names, however. The girl named Piper was very pretty, and immediately caught my gaze. Hermione noticed me staring and gave me a hard nudge in time for me to hear the name of the boy that called my mother's name: Percy.
As we were done shopping, mum decided to help the Americans. We were currently walking to the apothecary to get them the correct potion ingredients. Hermione struck up a conversation with the blond while harry and I watched the rest of them. I didn't exactly know what to make of them, save the obvious: they're weird. I can tell Harry shared my views on them, as he was blankly staring at them each in turn. His eye, however kept going back to that Percy character. Percy was in the Front of the group, conversing with my mum. I know it's not his fault, but after my brother, the last thing I want to do is befriend a Percy. He did, however, seem relatively nice, even if his name belonged to the devil incarnate.
We made it to the Apothecary without trouble. That is if you don't count the time the goth kid tripped; I swear the temperature dropped a couple degrees as Percy laughed at him.
The americans looked bare confused. The curly haired elf-boy kept asking questions as we walked around, but the rest of them just listened to mum, occasionally talking together.
"What the heck is a sopophorous bean?" Surprisingly, it was not the short dude this time, but rather the scary, black haired girl. "Some kind of disease?"
I stared at her. "It's a bean. It says so right there." Clearly I didn't get something, as she was giving me an incredulous look. "Oh, right." I Didn't really get it, but she didn't need to know that.
It went pretty much the same through the rest of the shops; us showing them around, them being polite, asking questions, and cracking jokes. I ended up learning the rest of their names, luckily not being required to ask them- they talked to each other a bit too much, in my opinion.
We parted ways back at the Leaky Cauldron, as we were flooing -much to Harry's dismay- back to the burrow, with promises to meet at 10:30 on september first, right at the entrance to platform 9 ¾.