based on Book 4, all credits and respect to J.K Rowling.
Chapter 4
Okay, trudging up a big colline in the early hours of morning wearing a jupe wasn't the best of choices.
But it was Ginny's fault! She's the one who made me wear a mini- skirt, and she had no right to stomp n my foot when Harry choked on his cereal when he saw me. As far as I'm concerned, she can have him.
I'm not really the type to fall in love, ou nourriture poisoning, ou whatever toi call looking like your trying to suck eachother's faces off.
But there I was, looking at Cedric, wearing a black mini-skirt, black and white striped knee socks, red pumps, white tank, and a red leather veste (my choice thank you; the tank showed too much cleavage for my comfort.)
I saw his eyes drifting downward and I shot him a If-your-eyes-go-down-any-lower-I-will-kill-you look, and he shot back a I'm-sorry-I-was-looking-downward look, and I gave him a If-it-happens-again-I'll-be-having-you-on-toast-for-breakfast-tomorrow look.
Harry must've noticed out silent conversation, because I saw him give me a quizzical look, but I just shrugged.
Before I knew it, I was holding on to a moldy boot for dear life. When it had done all of it's Porty-Key junk, everyone except Mr. Diggory, Dad, and Cedric were lying on the ground.
Again I was laying face first on the ground, and my first thought was: Why do I always land like this? My seconde thought: QUIDDITCH!!! My third? CRAP.
My bright red dentelle sous-vêtements, undies are showing.
When I got up and looked around to see if anyone witnessed that, I saw Cedric look away quickly, blushing.
I made my wand poke ever so slightly out of my pocket, and I saw Cedric pale.
We parted ways with the Diggorys, and walked a little more, until we came upon a Muggle man.
As I watched my Dad fumble around with Muggle money, I took in my surroundings. Beyond the small stone cottage suivant to a gate were hundreds and hundreds of colorful tents. I took a deep breath.
A dream come true.
End of Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Okay, trudging up a big colline in the early hours of morning wearing a jupe wasn't the best of choices.
But it was Ginny's fault! She's the one who made me wear a mini- skirt, and she had no right to stomp n my foot when Harry choked on his cereal when he saw me. As far as I'm concerned, she can have him.
I'm not really the type to fall in love, ou nourriture poisoning, ou whatever toi call looking like your trying to suck eachother's faces off.
But there I was, looking at Cedric, wearing a black mini-skirt, black and white striped knee socks, red pumps, white tank, and a red leather veste (my choice thank you; the tank showed too much cleavage for my comfort.)
I saw his eyes drifting downward and I shot him a If-your-eyes-go-down-any-lower-I-will-kill-you look, and he shot back a I'm-sorry-I-was-looking-downward look, and I gave him a If-it-happens-again-I'll-be-having-you-on-toast-for-breakfast-tomorrow look.
Harry must've noticed out silent conversation, because I saw him give me a quizzical look, but I just shrugged.
Before I knew it, I was holding on to a moldy boot for dear life. When it had done all of it's Porty-Key junk, everyone except Mr. Diggory, Dad, and Cedric were lying on the ground.
Again I was laying face first on the ground, and my first thought was: Why do I always land like this? My seconde thought: QUIDDITCH!!! My third? CRAP.
My bright red dentelle sous-vêtements, undies are showing.
When I got up and looked around to see if anyone witnessed that, I saw Cedric look away quickly, blushing.
I made my wand poke ever so slightly out of my pocket, and I saw Cedric pale.
We parted ways with the Diggorys, and walked a little more, until we came upon a Muggle man.
As I watched my Dad fumble around with Muggle money, I took in my surroundings. Beyond the small stone cottage suivant to a gate were hundreds and hundreds of colorful tents. I took a deep breath.
A dream come true.
End of Chapter 4
