As Neville sat in the Greenhouse. He wasn't really paying attention to his surroundings. Instead, he was pondering what gift to get his Secret Santa. Under the table, he glanced once more at the piece of parchment. It read RON WEASLEY in sloppy, big handwriting.
He knew Ron loved quidditch, but Neville knew nothing about quidditch so he didn't know what would be a good gift.
He lazily looked around the Greenhouse. He was amazed at all the plants that grew here. His eyes fell upon the most awesome plant Neville had ever seen in his entire life. What he wouldn't give to have a plant like that. He wished his Secret Santa would be smart enough to get something like that for him.
Wait-if he would love a gift like that, why wouldn't Ron? Neville knew what was cool and hip. And this was definitely cool and hip.He looked around and saw that the place was deserted. He tiptoed over to where the plant stood. He did not like the idea of stealing from the Greenhouse, but it wasn't stealing, it was borrowing and never returning.
As he reached forward to grab the plant it snapped at him. He pulled back in surprise. Getting this plant into a box was going to be a problem. Problems needed solutions, and Neville┘did not have a solution. He starred dumbly at the plant. Suddenly he shouted at the plant "WAA WAA WOOO!" In a sad attempt to scare it. The plant recoiled for a moment but than sprang back to life.
"Curses!" Neville screamed. With a burst of rage he smacked the plant. The plant fell over and turned brown. ⌠NO I'VE KILLED IT! Neville screamed. "Oh well, Ron won't be able to tell the difference." He went over to where a handily stored box was laying. He picked it up and stuffed the plant In, not taking any care.
The moment the plant got in the box, it sprang back to life, as green as it was before. Neville supposed that it had just fainted briefly before. He happily walked out of the Greenhouse, carrying the box with him. He would wrap it in some spiffy wrapping paper later.
As he walked down the hall with a huge grin on his face, he saw a rather odd sight. Harry was walking down the hall, lugging a huge lumpy bag that smelled kind of odd. He was grunting and dragging it slowly as he proceeded down the hallway, receiving many strange looks. Neville thought it was best to ignore him.
Ron
Ron could not believe both his luck and his misfortune to have drawn Hermione's name. He didn't think that he would have to think very hard about what to get her- after all, she was his best friend.
Ron sighed. As he was sitting in the common room, he saw a mane of brown bushy hair pass him by.
"Hermione!" he called out to her. "Wait up!" He jogged up to meet her.
"Yes?" she asked. He gazed at her chocolate brown eyes for a second, and then said "So, who'd you get for Secret Santa?"
"Ron, we're not supposed to tell anyone! You didn't tell Harry, did you?"
"No, of course not" Ron said casually. He could feel himself sweating a little bit.
"Good." They stood next to each other awkwardly for a few moments. Ron very much wanted to reach out and touch her hand but he was afraid to do so, so he just stood there.
"So, have you, er, thought about what to get your Secret Santa?" asked Hermione after a few moments of uncomfortable silence.
Not wanting to sound stupid, he said "Er...I...A little, I guess" but Hermione seemed to realize that he was lying. She sighed. She seemed to sigh a lot when she was around him, thought a upset Ron.
"Well, I guess I'll get started on the gift thing right now..." he said slowly.
"Alright then." Answered Hermione, as she walked away from him.
"Oh! Wait, I almost forgot to ask you- PLEASE TELL ME, what does prucastinoo mean???" said Ron desperately. "No one will tell me!" he wailed.
Hermione just sighed again. "Use a dictionary, Ronald."
Ron stared dumbly at her. "Dikshionary?" he repeated. "Huh?" Hermione shook her head at him and headed for the door.
"Dikshion-harry?" he wondered aloud. He suddenly felt very smart as he remembered that a dikshion-harry was something that you used to pluck nose hairs. With a stupid grin, he set of to face...well, nothing but he did set off somewhere.
Two hours later
Ron stood in an empty classroom, trying to figure out where the hell he was. He had been wandering around Hogwarts for a couple of hours, and it seemed that he was alone in the school. It was dinner time, and the only place that he hadn't checked for people was the Great Hall- but why would anybody be there, right? Ron sighed. And he had still not found out what prucastinoo meant...