((I'M BOMBARDING toi WITH aléatoire FICS! MWAHAHAHA! *clears throat* Anyway, this one hit me while I was in an argument with my Muggle parents about the vibrate feature on cellphones. toi can see where this is going, can't you? Great! The montrer must go on!
In this fic, Harry Potter gets a cellphone))
Harry Potter sat in the Gryffindor common room, staring at the small Muggle device.
"How the bloody hell did toi get this thing to even work in here?" he asked Hermione, whok was sitting nearby, her nose buried in a book.
"It's quite simple, but it'll be way to complicated to explain, and I'm pretty sure the writer's just looking for an excuse to put us all in the common room."
((She wasn't that far off, surprisingly.))
Harry put his new phone in the front pocket of his jeans, then turned to the homework he was *supposed* to be doing.
About an heure later, which was just long enough for Harry to forgetwhat he had in his pocket,m something in his pants…VIBRATED. It was the wrongest feeling ever…and, unfortunately, he had a good judge on that.
Harry jumped a mile out of his chair, spilling ink all over thee essay he wasn't planning on écriture anyway, and reached towards his…to find the source of the feeling.
He found the source of the vibrating to be his cellphone. To be plus precise, it was a text from Ron. Harry fumbled with the phone fora minute ou so before getting to the messaage.
HRY, it read, ITS ROM. IM TXTING U, I THINJ. DIDJA FEEL IT VOBRATE WEN U GOT TIS? I DID. LEFTEST FELNG EVE. BBY.
Harry needed several minutes to decipher Ron's text.
((Of course, to be fair, I neededd severalminutes to write that. Ok, not really. I just typed it really fast. Thank you, StupidTouchscreenNook.))
Luckily, Harry was better at texting than Ron…sort of. Hhe was slow to reply, but he didn't spell everything wrong.
Ron, he typed. I felt the same way. At first I thought it was…never mind. It was the wrongest feelingever. And I should know. Anyway, toi want to pllay quidditch later? I still havent the wronski feint yet. He sent the message. He watched as, across the room, Ron jumped, then pulled out his phone. He then nodded at Harry.
In this fic, Harry Potter gets a cellphone))
Harry Potter sat in the Gryffindor common room, staring at the small Muggle device.
"How the bloody hell did toi get this thing to even work in here?" he asked Hermione, whok was sitting nearby, her nose buried in a book.
"It's quite simple, but it'll be way to complicated to explain, and I'm pretty sure the writer's just looking for an excuse to put us all in the common room."
((She wasn't that far off, surprisingly.))
Harry put his new phone in the front pocket of his jeans, then turned to the homework he was *supposed* to be doing.
About an heure later, which was just long enough for Harry to forgetwhat he had in his pocket,m something in his pants…VIBRATED. It was the wrongest feeling ever…and, unfortunately, he had a good judge on that.
Harry jumped a mile out of his chair, spilling ink all over thee essay he wasn't planning on écriture anyway, and reached towards his…to find the source of the feeling.
He found the source of the vibrating to be his cellphone. To be plus precise, it was a text from Ron. Harry fumbled with the phone fora minute ou so before getting to the messaage.
HRY, it read, ITS ROM. IM TXTING U, I THINJ. DIDJA FEEL IT VOBRATE WEN U GOT TIS? I DID. LEFTEST FELNG EVE. BBY.
Harry needed several minutes to decipher Ron's text.
((Of course, to be fair, I neededd severalminutes to write that. Ok, not really. I just typed it really fast. Thank you, StupidTouchscreenNook.))
Luckily, Harry was better at texting than Ron…sort of. Hhe was slow to reply, but he didn't spell everything wrong.
Ron, he typed. I felt the same way. At first I thought it was…never mind. It was the wrongest feelingever. And I should know. Anyway, toi want to pllay quidditch later? I still havent the wronski feint yet. He sent the message. He watched as, across the room, Ron jumped, then pulled out his phone. He then nodded at Harry.
