My birthday is tomorrow! WOOT! And I posted a new chapter tonight! How cool am I? Super cool ;)
I actually don't like this chapter, as of I feel it isn't really a mood, more of a state of being.
Think differently? Write your own oneshot with animated as the mood :) I promise to read and review!
Animated
Hermione Granger watched, mesmerized as her best friend's brother talked about his work. She had only started working here a few days ago, but shadowing Charlie Weasley was nothing but pure light-hearted fun.
"And that is why it is better to wrestle a Chinese fireball than a common welsh." He said, his face eliciting the excitement and joy he felt on the subject, "Much more fun anyways." He said, mock whispering.
Hermione laughed, she did not giggle or shriek, she laughed whole-heartedly at the animated dragon trainer.
"And what may I ask is so funny Miss Granger?" He said in his best McGonagoll impersonation and mock scowled at her.
"Well, Mr. Weasley, it seems to me that one must truly love their job to be so keyed up all of the time." She said smirking.
"Well miss Granger; I will have you know that this is not a laughing matter. It is a fatal condition; it is what this place will do to you." He said, in the most serious of warning tones, "It might even be best to leave this place before you too catch this disease; it is contagious."
Smiling, she hit his shoulder playfully and said, "Don't you know I have immunity to Charlie Weasley susceptible diseases?" She winked and walked off, leaving him standing mouth ajar.
Coming to his senses he chased after her, "Wait! What's that supposed to mean?"
Apparently Hermione Granger had no immunity to such diseases for on her wedding day she stood beaming up at her soon to be husband, Charlie Weasley. When Mr. Weasley, their chosen wedding overseer told him he may kiss the bride, he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips and whispered in her ear, "None are immune to the Charlie Weasley disease."