The Columnist

Kill the Lights

N/A: So, before we start, I'd like to explain how the story lay-out works. You see, ITALICS = pieces of the Gossip Gyspy's column that AREN'T read (and flashbacks ofcoarse, but you'll see the difference). And BOLD = other written things (eg. pieces of the Gossip Gypsy's column, letters, notes) that ARE read. Got it? Good. Another remark from me is that, although Harry and Hermoine (and in whiles also Ron,) are in the story, they don't exactly play a real part in it. Just more to fill it up and make the time thing come out right. Well, this is just an idea that came with me. Furter on I'll write my Author notitions on the end of a chapter. Sometimes I do have them, sometimes the Gypsy says all I have to say. Anyways, enjoy! and vote or review, if you're nice ;) 

P.S. I suck with Fanfiction lay-outs xD It hates me.

It all seems like a pretty good idea. Fred, George, Harry, Hermione, Paige and Jennifer spending two weeks of the summer holiday at the French coast. Their house, however isn't in such a good shape. It feels more like..a ruin. And it looks like that. Yet, our friends believe that with a lot of games and outdoor-activities (see: the beach) they'll survive. Hah, they've never been so wrong before. But whatever, they can't know what'll happen when they kill the lights.

"We're here!" Harry cried thriumphantically as they landed their brooms in the lawn, pointing his finger at the bungalow. Jennifer stared at the house and wrinkled her nose, furrowing her eyebrows. Are we look at the same place? She wondered sarcastically as she stared at the grey walls, attacked by erosion. The door seemed almost to fall out of its post, and of the few windows the house contained, only two weren't broken. The 'garden' was a two-squared spot, with brown, dead grass and half-dying plants that surrounded a small pool of crystal clear mud.

"Are you sure, Harry?" Hermione asked carefully, clearly thinking the same thing as Jennifer did. So she nodded along Hermione, curving an eyebrow in question, and then looked at Paige for support, but her younger sister was too occupied with George to notice anything.

"Looks more like a ruin to me." Fred chuckled lightly and Jennifer poked his side, jealous of how he could always be so optimistic. Somehow the twins always seemed to find light and fun in every dark corner that Jennifer just mainly saw as something dark. She envied them, because all she could see what that what was, not that what was hidden behind it. It was an art and a talent that one should have, and it went far beyond optimism.

"Uh, yeah, this is it." Harry smirked and probably he hadn't expected to see this as well. Harry was more like Jennifer, the realistic person who often swung futher to pessimism, which was something they had in common. Even if the girl was 2 years older than Mr. Potter, she had always seemed to appreciate him, even if it was just because he was her sister Paige's friend. 

So, time to get to know everybody. Everyone ofcoarse knows the 'oh-so-famous' Harry Potter. No need to explain about him. And then another well known figure is annoying bookworm (gag me please!) Hermione Granger. To me, she's just an irritating know-it-all, but hey, let's not go there. Then we have Fred and George, the wicked Weasley twins. The amuse me from time to time, with practical jokes and pranks. So, I'm very curious what they'll do this time again. Then two person you might do and probably don't know. Jennifer and Paige, the Hart-sisters. I shall start with Paige. Paige has Hermione-like features, with her brown curls and innocent hazel-brown bambi- eyes. She's sixteen year old, just like Harry and Hermione, and is Hermione's best friend. And then we still have Jennifer, the eighteen-year old babysitter. You can recognize her by her straight, half-long honey blonde hair that flows over her shoulders and her vivid blue eyes. I can hear you wonder: 'Where the hell is Ron Weasley?' Well, since Paige broke his poor heart into a dozen pieces, Ron decided not to go along. Buuhuu.