The muggle street screamed of normality. The gardens were all perfectly manicured, yet withering in the blistering heat of a long, hot summer. Hosepipes lay uselessly, forbidden to be used under an intense drought. Cars were parked neatly in driveways, and the street was silent except for the slight whisper of a breeze which barely stirred the tired plants.
However, some people were making their way down the street who looked distinctly abnormal. Although they were dressed in jeans and t shirts, fairly normal attire for a summer's day, they seemed at odds with the street. Travellers from another land, these ginger haired wanderers made their way along the grey pavement.
"What d'you reckon," one whispered to another.
"I don't know," replied the other, tall, freckled individual, "Is this the right number, Ginny?"
"Yes, Ron" she muttered, hand clenching around something in her pocket, "We may as well call in and say hello, what d'you reckon?"
"Okay," replied both at once.
"Right. So George?"
The first one looked up.
"Go."
He crept towards the house in front of them. Unlike the other lawns, this had the obvious signs of being regularly watered, and a gleaming car sat in the driveway. A purple sticker supporting the Independent Britain Party clung to the back window, as if to assert the owner's narrow mindedness wherever he went. As George passed the car, he snuck under the front window to hover by the letterbox.
"Right, so us round the back, Gin?" asked Ron nervously.
"Yup."
Both snuck past George, who winked at them as they passed, drawing something out of his pocket and muttering numbers under his breath.
"90… 89…88…87…86.." he whispered, as Ron and Ginny clicked open the back gate.
The sound of the television blazed through the open kitchen window.
"Honestly, they call themselves politicians," ranted the man inside.
"I know. And the others aren't much better. At least his wife wears such lovely shoes."
Ginny and Ron gazed at each other incredulously.
"Shallow," commented Ginny quietly.
"Hmmm," replied Ron, looking distracted. "Are you sure George is counting?"
"Yes, I heard him," replied Ginny.
"Right, "muttered Ron. "Best get going with it then."
A/N Sorry this is short- I decided to end on a cliffhanger because I'm mean like that One more chapter to go.