Story Of My Life

Story Of My Life

-Chronic Blondeness
-Perverted Boys
-Gore (possibly...)
-Crazy Children
-Several Different References To Various Things
-Harry Potter
-Weasley Twins
-Blasts From The Past
-Hot British Dudes

Chapter 3

The Golden Trio (Sorta Split Apart...)

"NO! Douglas, you were supposed to turn left back there!" I complain, twisting the map all around, trying to shove it in front of his face. Actually, that probably isn't a good idea while he's driving someplace in England.

"Well, then why are you just telling me?"

"Because you told me to shut up five miles ago!"

"Here's an idea. Make a U-turn," Ethan drones.

Sighing, Douglas executes a large (and illegal) U-turn and speeds back. "Right! Right! Go right!" I scream.

"This is the wrong way!" he exclaims as he turns into an alley.

"Dammit!" I yell. Douglas glares at me. He doesn't like his innocent little sister cussing.

"Let me see the map," Miko says, sighing. I crawl to the back and Miko crawls to the front. The only available seat is either in Ethan's, Tyler's, or Warner's laps, so I shove Tyler onto Warner and steal his seat.

Apparently, Miko is some sort of map whiz, because we get there in about ten minutes. "Gee, one of you little people can do something right," Douglas grumbles, letting us tumble out of the car.

I boldly enter the Leaky Cauldron and walk up to the bartender. "We're looking to get into Diagon Alley," I say.

"You must be from the South," he says.

"Excuse me?"

"You have an accent. I'll let you in."

"You never have an accent in the South, but go anywhere else and you're labeled," Caroline grumbles.

"Aw, shucks, c'mon y'all! Look at this here fancy brick wall. That's darn-tootin' authentic!" I tap my fingers on the wall and the bartender looks at us disdainfully. "We all Suth'ners! You ain't never seen nothin' like my old cow, Bessie! We all got us some cows, except for Ethan, Miko, Warner, and Tyler. They..." (I lean in to the bartender) "...Yankees." I whisper the word as if it's poisonous.

The wall opens up, and Laura, since she's obsessed with that knee-slapping comedy, exclaims, "Well, look-a-there! That brick wall over yonder just done opened up! Yee-hoo-ey!" She slaps her knee for good measure.

Emma and Kailee are trying to hide their embarrassment, but Caroline hops right in.

"Whoo-ee! Look at this fancy place! You oughta see our ol' towns! Yup, we done got a whole barn of horses! That's loads and load more'n the next town over!"

It was, indeed fancy. Colors burst out everywhere, young witches and wizards try to ditch their parents to go look at stores, and owls hoot noisily at a nearby store.

"Holy crap," Miko exclaims.

"I'm leaving," Warner says, merging into the crowd and disappearing. Tyler and Ethan follow. Kailee and Miko head off one way, too, and Emma and Laura disappear to go look for hot guys. Which, Douglas, and Caroline.

"Oh, no way. I'm leaving," Douglas decides, darting into the ice cream shop.

"It's just you and me!" I exclaim, slinging an arm over Caroline's shoulder.

"Army march?" she asks.


In unison, we link arms and start moving the same way, yelling, "Left! Left! Left, right, left!"

I drag her into Flourish and Blott's, the bookstore, and head to the third-year section.

"What's that?" Caroline asks, pointing to a cage full of squirming books.

"Our Care of Magical Creatures books!" I exclaim. Of course. The Monster Book of Monsters. The biting book. "Excuse me, sir!" I say to an employee passing by. "We need two of those books," I say, pointing  to the cage.

The employee heaves a heavy sigh and, with some difficulty, gets two and ties them together with rope. "Here. Have fun," he says, scurrying to the back before another student can ask him for a biting book.

"This is our textbook?" Caroline asks.

"Yep. C'mon, let's get more." I start walking, not paying attention to where I'm going, and run into a stack of books. Or rather, a person hiding behind a stack of books.


"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Let me help you," I say, crouching on the floor next to the figure.

"Slick as always, GraceAnne," Caroline notes.

"GraceAnne? That's a pretty name. I'm Hermione Granger." My ears perk up. Hermione? As in Hermione Jean Granger, Muggle-born, Gryffindor, marries Ron Weasley? Holy shît.

"Th-Thanks. Hermione's a unique name. I've...never heard of it before."

"Why do you have so many books?" Caroline asks, crinkling her nose.

"Oh, I'm taking a few extra classes. Muggle Studies, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes...things like that."


"Here you go, Hermione. Sorry about running into you," I say timidly. I can't believe I just literally ran into Hermione freakin' Granger!

"Don't worry about you. Do you go to Hogwarts? What House are you in?"

"Oh, we' students from America. First year at Hogwarts. Um...Salem University for Witches in Salem, Massachusetts." Thank you, Mrs. Weaver, for tales of the Salem Witch Trials!

Hermione blinks. "I think I've heard of that."

"Really?" Caroline asks, stunned. She catches herself. "Because it's a rather small school..."

"Really? Hmm. I didn't know that. If you'll excuse me, I need to find friends," Hermione says, excusing herself.

As soon as she leaves, I squeal. "That was Hermione! Oh my God, my dreams are coming true!"

"You are a dork," Caroline says, punching me in the arm.

"And proud!" I exclaim, flipping my hair over my shoulder. I grab several other books–including Unfogging the Future (UGH!)–and head to the front with Caroline. We pay, and head to Madam Malkin's.

"Oh, customers! Robes don't fit anymore?" she asks when we arrive.

"Er, no. We're exchange students from America, and we're starting our third year at Hogwarts."

"Very well. You–curly blonde, up you go," she says, ushering Caroline onto the pedestal. She takes measurements, drapes bits of cloth over her, then does the same with me. I keep thinking she's going to stab me with a safety pin or something. (It is possible. I've done it before. Despite the word "safety," I'm not very safe around them. So don't be deceived by their innocence.)

She gives us robes in the right size, we pay her, and then head to the Potion Supply Store. We run into Warner and Tyler inside.

"Oh, dang it!" Warner imitates. I punch him in the arm.

"You just wish you were as cool as me, short person."

"Tyler's shorter than me."

"It's true," Tyler admits.

"Geez, y'all need to hit puberty," Caroline notes, grinning and picking up a jar with rotting, squishy stuff in it.

"We have!" Tyler says, trying to make his voice lower than usual.

"Good job, Master Voice Crack," I say snarkily. (I don't think that's a word...whatever! I was snarky!) "Look at the unicorn horn!" I exclaim, shoving it in Caroline's face.

"Maybe it came from Mitch."

"No such thing! Mitch is too cool for his horn to be mercilessly ripped off and dried and shoved into a jar."

So all four of head out on a quest for dried caterpillars, and then my arm brushes up against someone else.

"Oh, sorry. You need caterpillars, too?" Harry freakin' Potter asks. Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. The Chosen One. Harry freakin' Potter. Holy crap. I just love this day more and more.

"Oh, um, yeah. Potions ingredient. You're're Harry Potter." Way to not sound like an idiot, GraceAnne. He knows he's Harry Potter!

"Oh, yeah. You don't look familiar. Where are you from?"

"South Carolina," I say quickly. "Me and my—" I do a quick mental count, "eight friends and brother are transfer students from Salem University of Witches."

"Those two are from a witches only university?" Harry asks, raising an eyebrow.

Smooth. "Oh, no! They're from the wizarding school up there! We all hang out on weekends, though."

"Oh my God, is GraceAnne living out her childhood fantasies?" Warner asks. His voice rises in imitation of me. "Oh, Mr. Potter! I can't believe I'm meeting you! It's an honor! I know so much about you!"

Both of our faces redden. "I was not going to say that!" I exclaim, voice rising defensively. Warner rolls his eyes. "This is Warner. He's annoying. That short kid is Tyler, and the super tiny and pretty girl is Caroline."

A ginger appears next to Harry. "C'mon, mate, we need to go–oh, hello," he says awkwardly.

"Oh my God! You're—" I cut myself off and pretend to look perplexed. "Actually, I don't know who you are."

"Ron Weasley. Why are you all...Southern?"

"'Cause I'm from South Carolina."

"...Okay?" he asks.

"You asked," Caroline says, coming unnecessarily to my rescue.

"GraceAnne! Caroline! Whoever else is in there! Get outside! We're getting ice cream!" Laura yells from outside.

"I'm gonna eat yours!" Kailee adds.

"Katniss! I'll shove berries down your throat if you do!" I yell. "Sorry guys, gotta go," I say, grabbing Caroline's hand and yanking her outside.

AHHH! The Golden Trio all in ONE day? Impossible, you say! Not so, I say! Because I just did it! Ah-HA! Oh, and I learned how to play Pumped Up Kicks on my piano! :D

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