I'M SO SORRY. THIS IS PROBABLY JUST CRACK.

Parvati really had no clue what was going on when Terry Boot practically flew past her in the corridor outside Transfiguration. He wasn't flying though – his feet were on the ground. Terry was almost... gliding? Confused, she turned to her sister, who looked annoyed beyond all belief.

"What's all that about?" she asked, "What spell did he put on his shoes?"

Shaking her head, Padma huffed an irritated breath and ground out, "He's been doing it all day, and 'to get to his classes more quickly' he says. Rubbish. There was some ridiculous name he called them – a Muggle thing, I'm sure," she thought hard for a moment, "Footsies? No. Oh, I don't know. Something strange. But its not a spell, he's wearing some special Muggle trainers."

Hermione Granger, who'd been walking in front of them, turned around and grinned at them, "They're called Heeleys! There are little wheels in the heels and you can kick off and roll. They're a bit of a hazard, but also quite fun!"

Parvati thought that was rather ingenious, and Padma's exasperated face only made her giggle.

"He's going to get in trouble. Or he's going to trip over his own robes. Or trip over someone else's robes. Or bowl into Professor Snape!" Padma predicted.

But Hermione only shared a grin with Parvati and said, "Yes, probably. But if any of those things happen, we can all laugh at him as he carefully clomps to detention with unstable trainers."

Padma shook her head again, and would have probably complained more about the stupidity of wheeled shoes, but was interrupted by Harry Potter, who had stopped next to them in the hallway. He was cleaning his glasses and squinting down the hallway he had just come from, before turning to them with a confused grin, "Was that Terry Boot and Dean Thomas I just saw racing down the corridor in Heeleys?" he asked, delightedly baffled, as if the fact that two idiot boys were racing their Muggle wheeled shoes where Professor McGonagall could catch them at any time was just too good to be true.

Well that's probably what her sister was thinking as she stormed away (with a parting, "UGHGHHGH! IT'S SPREADING!"), but Hermione let Parvati know the truth – Harry was trying not to get his hopes up. It was the middle of term, of course, therefore those boys hadn't brought those lovely shoes from home, therefore there was probably some way of obtaining those shoes in Hogwarts, therefore it was probably very shady and against the rules, therefore it could probably get them in loads of trouble, therefore Harry wanted a pair immediately.

Beaming at Hermione, Harry said, "Exactly! Didn't know you'd taken up mind reading, Hermione. Divination too basic for you? But, yes! Actually, I would have pulled them aside and asked where they'd gotten them from, but I wanted to make sure I wasn't the only one who could see them."

Her brow furrowed, Parvati asked Harry why on Earth no one else would have seen them. He grinned sheepishly, and with reddening cheeks answered, "This one time I was the only one who heard a giant snake in the walls threatening people, and that was a disaster. Didn't want a repeat, yeah?"

Laughing behind her hands, Parvati ignored Hermione, who was quietly praying for patience, and wondered out loud, "Well Harry, you don't think you might be able to find me a pair as well, could you? I'm intrigued."

Waving away an alarmed-looking Hermione, Harry assured her he would try. With that, she left the two friends and made her way back to the common room, daydreaming all the while of herself and that fit Dean Thomas Heeleying away into the sunset together.

this is silly trash. self-indulgent garbage. idk what im doing, that was so much fun, but everyone is ooc and its 2:48 am and im a little ooc too!

sobs incoherently ~ i just want the muggleborn headcanons to live

lots of hugs and kisses and well-meant wishes - tayl