''𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜?''
𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿, 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗦𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿. Our parents got Stan to send us our trucks and pets, not including Moose. Actually, Stan had talked about how boring it sometimes got on the bus, making him get the idea for Moose to ride on the Knight Bus every now and then. Even if he wouldn't stop barking at Dre.
Ernie seemed to like him though, feeding him little bits and pieces of the sandwich that he usually brought for lunch. He kept telling Dre to be quiet whenever he made a sarcastic remark about Ernie moving on from him and onto a 'furry flea-hound' - as he calls Moose. Though I doubted that day will ever come, seeing as they are almost inseparable.
And that's not only because Dre is hanging from the ceiling of the driver's corner in the Knight Bus. Stan would laugh at the two before calming down Moose, stopping the dog from his continuous barking at Dre. I'm sure Dre likes him too, deep, deep down. Somewhere. It just depends if there is any room left in there since his non-existent brain takes up most of the space. But that's not my concern at the moment.
Fred, George and I have been working on project for the rest of the summer. If we weren't down for meals, then we were up in their room, most likely playing with explosives. Some of them being fireworks or decoy detonators while others held slime which covered the person entirely, smelling of nothing but fish and old socks kept in the pickle jar for too long. It makes me wonder just where they had got these ideas from in the first place.
With the little time that I was away from Fred and George, I was with Ginny and Hermione. Ginny had kept gossiping over and over about Harry, saying how cute he is when he does certain things. She also said that he talks in his sleep, either being in English or some weird hissing sounds. I knew that he spoke in Parseltongue when he slept, I was able to understand it sometimes. It was only the times when I was holding my wand though.
Hermione was also gossipping, about Ron, not Harry. Well, she didn't directly say anything about him, only giving us clues that were very specific. It wasn't hard to find out who she had liked, it was obvious since they've met that they were bound to be together. Even if Hermione denies it, it's two against one. Ginny and I both believe that they will get married and have two kids.
Although, Ginny said otherwise. She had said that Hermione and Ron would only have one child. And that child would be a girl. I said that they would have two children, one would be a girl and the other would be a boy. We betted fifty galleons on it. Where she even got that much money from is beyond me, as long as it becomes mine when I win the bet. They tried marching me with some of the guys they've seen around Hogwarts, but I quickly left before things could get too heated.
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