LlamaiiiiXlovesXseddie A/N: Hey All! I know you haven't heard from me(You mean us?) in what? 5 months? Whoa, sorry about that… As you probably know, I've been away. Where? An awesome semester school in Wisconsin! (Here comes some blatant advertising…)

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Well anyway… I apologize for the HUGE delay but I attempted to write what LlamaiiiiXlovesXseddie was supposed to be writing but she kinda was getting rid of my writer's block so… yeah. Anyway, here's the next chapter, I made sure it was satisfactorily long enough. I had more written for this Chapter but I liked the ending it has now. More Chapters to come, SOON!

When we last left our beloved characters: Rolf was leading his attackers turned guests: Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione; pushing through the crowd of people trying to dine in a particularly popular delicatessen.

Pushing through the horde into the tiny delicatessen, Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione followed Rolf, receiving a few glares from those in queue as they pressed past, thinking they were line skippers. Finally pushing through the crowded doorway, they we pleasantly surprised that besides the crowded door and crammed deli counter the rest of the shop was relatively empty, minus three tables; at one a family of four sat, a woman, a man, a little boy and a baby. At another sat three businessmen stiffly talking their trade, glancing at a newspaper every so often and writing notes. The last un-empty table was a booth containing and elderly couple. Guiding his guests to a booth, Rolf smiled at the family as he passed and paused to talk to the elderly couple as the other four settled themselves in the booth Rolf had directed them to. They watched as Rolf and the older couple chuckled, apparently at one of Rolf's many quips. Smiling as he turned to walk back to the booth at which the others sat, he pulled up a chair and sat at the end of the table. Just as he sat, a waitress wearing a folded-over maroon apron set a stack of menus on the table.

"Welcome to Kirby's Deli, can I get you something to drink?" she asked before turning to smile at Rolf and add a "Hello Rolf."

"'ello Sheila." he said, smiling back, "I'll have a water, no lemon."

The waitress nodded and pulled a pad of paper and pencil from her apron's pocket and wrote down Rolf's order and turned to Harry.

"I'll have a cola, please." he replied.

The waitress looked to Ron who seemed unsure as to what to order to drink.

"They'll all have colas as well, thanks." Harry interrupted.

"So four colas and a water, no lemon?" the waitress said, double checking the order.

Rolf nodded. She scribbled down drinks, turned and walked towards the deli counter and disappeared from sight as she pressed through the crowd.

"Well she seems like a nice girl, Rolf." Hermione suggested to Rolf.

"Aye. She is." he answered.

"Do you know her very well?" asked Ginny.

"Sheila? Yes, since I was a child, perhaps," he paused to think, "fifteen years or so?"

"And you haven't asked her out?" Ginny asked, surprised.

Rolf laughed, "She's Kirby's sister, and my cousin. So, no."

"Oh." Ginny turned red. Harry laughed and smiled at her, she hit him gently on the shoulder.

"If you've known her for so long, why do you call her Sheila?" Ron asked.

Rolf looked confused. "What else would I call her?" he asked.

"By her name…" Ron stated questioningly. "I don't go around calling Hermione 'girl'. That'd be odd."

"What?"

"You said earlier that 'sheila' was aussie for 'girl'. Why don't you call her by her name?"

Rolf burst out laughing, "Mate," he chuckled, "her name is Sheila!"

Ron turned crimson like his sister had been moments ago and the whole table laughed. Soon the laughter died down as Ron hid his scarlet face in his menu and soon the others joined him in reading their menus. After they had perused the menus for several minutes the waitress returned with a tray of beverages. As she set down the last cola and tucked the tray under her arm, she again pulled the notepad from her apron.

"Are you ready to order?" she asked, tapping her pencil on the paper to the beat of the quiet music playing in the shop. "Or do we need a bit longer?" she said, directing the question to Rolf.

Rolf looked around the table at the two couples seated at the booth across the table from each other, Ron and Hermione to his left and Harry and Ginny to his right. Ron was pointing to various items in his menu and looking to Hermione to explain what each was before smiling at her, nodding and pointing to the next item. Harry and Ginny, however, were sitting quietly, Ginny flipping slowly through her menu and Harry just closing his menu and setting it on the table, looking as if ready to order.

"Perhaps a minute or two more." he suggested, she nodded and walked off.

Rolf leaned back in his chair and gazed at the ceiling. A few moments later the waitress returned and Rolf settled his chair back on the ground.

"Now are we ready?" Sheila asked. Rolf scanned the table.

"I believe so."

"So what'll you have today, Rolf? The usual?"

"Aye." he answered, nodding as he handed his menu to her.

She smiled, scribbled the order down and turned to Ron. He looked down at his open menu once again then at Hermione.

He looked regretfully at Hermione, "They all sound so good… I just don't know what to get." He shrugged at her and she smiled.

"Oh Ron…"

"Sheila," Rolf said looking up at their waitress, "what do you recommend for this young man today?"

"Well today's special is fish and chips. The Barramundi was caught by Howie just this morning."

"Ah, Howie, always did seem to have a way with the fish, they practically jump in to his boat." Rolf winked at the four hinting at Howie's use of magic to catch his limit. Harry smirked and nodded.

"I'll have that." Ron said, handing his menu to Sheila. Just then his stomach growled.

"Uh, you'd better make that a double order…" Hermione laughed. Ron gave her an embarrassed smile.

The waitress nodded and wrote down Ron's double order or fish and chips. Looking to Hermione, she asked, "And you, miss?"

"I will have the Bleu Berry Bibb Salad, thank you." she smiled.

Still jotting down Hermione's order, she looked up at Harry from her notebook mid-jot.

"The Monte Cristo Grilled Sandwich, no mustard, please. Can I get a side of chips with that?" Harry responded. Their waitress nodded and looked to Ginny as she copied down the sandwich. Ginny, however, was looking through her menu in distress trying to select something.

"I-I- I'll have…" she looked up at the waitress who held her pencil poised above her notepad, ready to write. Ginny looked to Harry, then back, "I'll have what he's having."

The waitress nodded, and left.

"So mates and ladies," he smiled charmingly, "How has Australia treated you thus far?"

The four looked around at each other, trying to come up with a consensus of their experiences in Australia.

"Well, what have you done here? Gone to the beach? Visited the zoo?" Rolf waited a few seconds for a response, "What brought you to the boardwalk today?" he offered.

"We wanted to purchase gifts for our friends back home." Hermione replied.

"Any luck?" asked Rolf.

"Not until we visited your cart, and then…" she looked down at the table and trailed off.

"Ah," he said, then, "It's not a problem," Rolf consoled, "really, it's not."

Rolf's guests stared at the table, listlessly.

"You can still have your discounts, don't you worry!" he said trying to cheer them up. "We can go straight back to cart after this if you like." He smiled reassuringly, "I really don't hold what happened against you."

"Thanks." Hermione smiled meekly.

"Typically, we don't attack street vendors, you know…" Ginny offered.

"It was absolutely understandable. After all you've been through…" he paused, looking at them understandingly, "I'd do the same if I was," he lowered his voice to a whisper, "Harry Potter."

"Thanks, Rolf." said Harry.

Suddenly a hugely rotund man came squeezing through the crowd at the deli counter and tearing toward them. Huffing and puffing as he approached, he looked deliberately at Rolf.

"Is 'e? Is 'e really?" he panted.

"Whatever are you jabbering about, Kirby?" Rolf laughed.

"Don't yeh," he gasped for air, "play dumb with me, Rolf!" He paused again, trying to catch his breath before continuing, "I heard what you said," he continued to pant, and braced himself, leaning on the booth on which Hermione and Ron sat.

"And just what did I say?" Rolf asked nonchalantly.

Kirby huffed, "Rolf! I heard you say," he whispered, "Harry Potter…"

Rolf replied in a correcting voice, "Kirby, have you been listening in on your customers' conversations again? Kirby, remember what happened the last time?" Rolf shook his head in disbelief, "The goat-napping scandal you created-"

Kirby interrupted, "Rolf! Don't you change the subject on me!" Kirby's turned red in frustration, "I heard what I heard! Rolf, you said his name!"

"And?" Rolf asked coolly.

"AND? And what? You don't just say that name willy-nilly!"

Rolf just shrugged.

"ROLF SCAMANDER! You tell me what you said," Kirby glared at Rolf, red-faced, "NOW!"

"Or?" Rolf asked calmly.

"Or-or… Or," a smug look crossed Kirby's face, "Or I'll tell Aunt Pearl." he smiled deviously.

"Oh, that's mature." Rolf said, "Really?"

"I will!" Kirby threatened.

Rolf feigned fear, and then looked back at Kirby doubtfully, "Kirby, do you really think that works on me still? That ended, what, when I was twelve?" Rolf responded.

Kirby looked defeated. "But won't you tell me what you said… Please?"

"Kirby, I said the words 'Harry Potter'."

"I KNEW IT!" he said triumphantly.

"And what of it?" asked Rolf.

"What of it? Why would you say that name?"

"Perhaps," he paused to smirk at Harry, "perhaps I heard he is here, in Australia…"

"HE IS?" Kirby looked as though he would faint. He plopped himself down on the booth beside Ron, pushing towards Hermione to make room for himself. Ron squirmed towards Hermione and mouthed an "I'm sorry" to her.

"Blimey!" Kirby flopped himself on to his elbows, leaning on the table, causing it to visibly tilt slightly with his bulk upon it. He looked up at Rolf. "Really?" his face change from awe to suspicion, "Or are you just pulling my leg?"

Rolf raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

"Rolf! This had better not be one of your jokes!" Kirby barked.

Suddenly Harry's muffled laughing could be contained no longer. He burst out laughing, causing the others to smile and laugh as well. Rolf chuckled along with his guests, but Kirby was not amused.

"This is no bloody laughing matter!" he roared.

They all continued to laugh despite his outburst. He turned crimson and mouthed inaudible words, those most likely not civil.

"Ah, Kirby, mate," Rolf's chuckling subsided, "this chap here," Rolf motioned to Harry, "he-"

"He knows Potter?"

Harry nodded.

"You could say that." Rolf added, his chuckling starting again.

"Then where is he? Is he really here?" Kirby asked Harry, reaching across the table to jab a spot in front of Harry on the tabletop with his forefinger, "Please," he begged, "tell me where he is… Bugger, this is killing me, where is he, mate?"

Harry's laughing ended as he looked at the desperate yet ebullient Kirby.

"Well," Harry began, but he was interrupted by a yell from behind the crowd at the counter.

"NOT MY PANINIS!" a voice shouted. Crashing could be heard from where Kirby had appeared from through the crowd. Sheila burst through the horde of customers at the counter, her face alarmed.

"Kirby! It's happened again!" she yelled to him.

"Oh, no you don't! Not in my kitchen!" Kirby growled.

Rolf and the others looked at him, puzzled. Kirby jumped up from the booth and pointed towards the kitchen. "I'll be right there! Get some water!" he shouted to Sheila, who nodded and pushed her way back to the kitchen. Kirby barreled toward the kitchen but stopped, panting at the next table, at which the family sat. He leaned on the table trying to catch his breath, and grabbing the boy's kiddie cup, popping off the plastic lid with a squeeze of the cup and quaffing the contents, to the family's disbelief.

"Hey! That's mine!" The boy yelled.

"Is this how you treat your customers?" the man yelled.

"Ah, err… I'll get 'im another," the man continued to glare, "… free of charge." Kirby said.

"I WANT ICECREAM!" the boy screamed.

"What?"

"Give it to him!" the man demanded, Kirby reeling, trying to argue. "Or I'll tell all those in my tour group never to come to this establishment!" he threatened.

"You can't do that!"

"I can too!"

"Well you-you…" Kirby started. Clanging rang from the kitchen and Kirby remembered the commotion occurring in his kitchen. "FINE!" Kirby slammed the cup on the table, ice spilling over the boy's coloring page and trotted to the edge of the crowd.

"MOVE OFF!" he yelled and the crowd parted in mere seconds. He waddled through.

As the queue resumed it position, yells and smashing sounds were heard from inside the kitchen. The booth of five watched and listened intently. The clanking and shouting continued and a fire alarm began to blare. The din persisted for several moments before they heard someone say 'Got 'im!". The alarm was shut off and they saw Sheila appear and hurry to a ringing phone by the entrance.

"Oh no, no, no… We've got it handled, don't send the fire-lorries, it's out." she held her hand over the receiver and spoke to Rolf's table, "Your order might take a while more." She turned back to the receiver and asked, "Could you send Animal Control? No? Thank you." She hung up and made another call.

"Well, it's never boring at Kirby's…" Rolf joked.

LlamaiiiiXlovesXseddie's A/N: Hope you liked it! And again I apologize for its lateness; hopefully you'll all forgive me! Tell me what you think! Read and Review!