-=J.K.R. Uses a feather and I use the whole chicken; maybe that's why she's published.=-
All of the Right Moves
"Talents?"
"Yes Ernie, everyone's got one. I've got loads. Odd stuff, hidden talents." Their words and footsteps echoed off the darkened passage.
Stopping in a spill of light. "All right, here goes." Ernie folded his eyelids back and blinked.
"Hufflepuff," Hermione scoffed.
"Gryffindors. Your turn Head Girl."
Smirks. She sat in the moonlight. Pulled off a shoe. Bending in half, gripping her sock with her teeth and unsheathed her foot wiggling toes triumphantly, sock in mouth.
"Hermione! It's like a crash on the motorway." Ernie wretched.
The shadow in the recess hummed, strangley compelling. The smarter they are, the worse they are.
AN/ Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed, you keep me on the job and Constantly Vigilent.