Post by Elienp on Nov 2, 2011 12:40:34 GMT -8
Title: The most important? How to land!
Warning: None
Rating: T
Words: 240
Summary: In spite of the threats, of the broom, she still doesn't want to play.
Her hands were tightly clasped – and would remain thus no matter what Ginny would do – around the broomstick.
“Let go of it! You'll have cramps!”
“Never!” Hermione sharply answered.
She had been pestered, threatened, forced, to sum up, to go on that thing. There was no reason for her to be in a good mood.
“If you want to play you have to let go of it!”
“That's where you're wrong!” Hermione angrily shouted. “I don't want to play!”
“But everyone wants to play Quidditch!”
“That's where you're wrong again!” from angry Hermione's voice was becoming dangerously high-pitched. “I am not everyone! I am Hermione Granger, I hate Quidditch! And I hate you right now!”
Ginny came flying next to her friend. “I know, I know. Now will you please let go that broomstick? If we don't train we won't win against the boys!”
Hermione glared at her. “Are you deaf? I've just said-”
“I swear, if you say one more word I make you fall.”
Hermione opened you mouth, to immediately close it when she saw Ginny's serious face. Merlin, she was in a pickle!
“Good,” Ginny nodded, appreciating the silence. “Now, the first thing you need to know is-”
“How to land!” Hermione quickly exclaimed.
The red-haired girl sighed. She should have known better than to believe in such a surprising docility.
Warning: None
Rating: T
Words: 240
Summary: In spite of the threats, of the broom, she still doesn't want to play.
Her hands were tightly clasped – and would remain thus no matter what Ginny would do – around the broomstick.
“Let go of it! You'll have cramps!”
“Never!” Hermione sharply answered.
She had been pestered, threatened, forced, to sum up, to go on that thing. There was no reason for her to be in a good mood.
“If you want to play you have to let go of it!”
“That's where you're wrong!” Hermione angrily shouted. “I don't want to play!”
“But everyone wants to play Quidditch!”
“That's where you're wrong again!” from angry Hermione's voice was becoming dangerously high-pitched. “I am not everyone! I am Hermione Granger, I hate Quidditch! And I hate you right now!”
Ginny came flying next to her friend. “I know, I know. Now will you please let go that broomstick? If we don't train we won't win against the boys!”
Hermione glared at her. “Are you deaf? I've just said-”
“I swear, if you say one more word I make you fall.”
Hermione opened you mouth, to immediately close it when she saw Ginny's serious face. Merlin, she was in a pickle!
“Good,” Ginny nodded, appreciating the silence. “Now, the first thing you need to know is-”
“How to land!” Hermione quickly exclaimed.
The red-haired girl sighed. She should have known better than to believe in such a surprising docility.
