"Okay, so, over the alibis one more time, I'm Leon Turpin, and I'm an American exchange student," Lisa said. We where all squished in the back of Lisa's family car, driving to the station.
"You know what's really weird, the last time you set foot in America was when you where three and yet you still have a perfect American accent," Hermione said.
"You know I'm faking it, right?" Lisa asked.
"What? You are?"
"Like duh, I never had an American accent to begin with, I just thought id be really cool to have one so I bought some tapes and learned it."
"You're serious? You've been faking that accent for five years?"
"Eight actually, I started when I was seven, though now I do it without even trying, so I don't think I'm really faking it much anymore, it's become my freaking real accent."
"Weird," Hermione muttered.
"Yeah, I know, anyways, Hermione, you need to recite your alibi."
"Right, I'm Hammie Granger and I've been home schooled my whole life, until now."
"Hammie sounds like a girls name, do you think we should change it?" I asked.
"I know several guys named Hammie, but I'm probably in the minority," Lisa sighed, "Yeah, I guess we should change it."
"What about Hermes?" Hermione suggested.
"You mean like the Roman God? or was it Greek?" Lisa asked.
"It was the Roman god," I told her.
"No, Hermes was a Greek god," Hermione corrected me.
"Roman."
"Greek."
"Roman."
"Greek."
"Roman."
"Greek."
"Mo-om? Was Hermes a Roman or a Greek god?" Lisa asked, shutting both me and Hermione up.
"Hermes is the Greek messenger god, son of Zeus," Lisa's mom replied.
"I knew that," I mumbled.
"No you didn't, I was right, ha ha he ha ha!" Hermione teased. "Okay then, I guess that changes my alibi, so I'm Hermes Granger, Greek messenger god and have been home schooled my whole life."
"You are not the Greek messenger god," I argued.
"Yeah I am, Lisa's mom just said so."
"No, you're just named after the Hermes, you're not the actual Hermes."
"Neah, I'm the Greek messenger God."
"And you are?" Lisa asked, cutting us both off and enticing me to repeat my alibi.
"I'm Harry Potter, and I'm not related at all to the girl-who-lived and am most certainly not the girl-who-lived nor am I wearing cover-up over my scar. I've been home schooled my whole life too," I recited.
"Great, now that that's straightened out..."
"We're here!" Lisa's mom interrupted.
"With half an hour to spare, as usual," Lisa sighed, "So, let's go and get this party started!" she squealed, jumping out of the car.
"Since when has school ever been a party?" Hermione grumbled, getting out behind her.
"Never," I replied.