FINALLY!!! And you know whats funny? This has been ready to go for over a month! >o< Its short but I like it.
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Mae laid in bed with the covers pulled up over her head. The dorm was filled with girls buzzing about today. About what they should wear and how should they do their hair and weather or not those jeans make their butt look big. You see, today was the first Hogsmead trip of the year. A real big event. But Mae could honestly care less, for she had planned not to go. Why would she? Her friends had dates and it’s not like she knew the place. She could be walking by herself and then she could get kidnapped. Or worse, fall down a hill and die and no one would find her so her body would just decay. Then after she became all gross and smelly, some hikers would find her and she would look horrible when they buried her in her casket. So she was really doing this for her own good. Mae was just about to fall back asleep when a pillow made contact with her head. She peeked out of the covers to find a bushy brown haired girl standing above her with her hands on her hips. The pose reminded Mae of her older sister, Kay, when she was mad. “Are you not going to get ready?” Hermione Granger growled. “I am terribly sorry, but I’m afraid I have fallen ill and can not leave this bed. But don’t worry; you may go on with out me. I will survive.” Mae pulled the cover up over her head again. Suddenly the covers were ripped from her grasp and a very mad Mae sat straight up in her bed. “You have 4 seconds to give me back my covers before I vex you till your sixth child’s 10s birthday.” “Well why are you not—“ “4.” “You should be—“ “3.” “I can’t believe you’re—“ “2.” “Would you just—“ “1.” “I need your help!” Hermione rushed out. There was a few seconds before Mae could speak again. “Huh? With what?” Since when did Hermione Granger needed help with anything? “You can straighten your hair.” Mae tried to think of when the last time she had straighten her. It was about a month ago. “What about it?” “I was wondering if you could help me with mine.” Hermione looked around the room at the other girls, who weren’t paying any sort of attention to the two of them. “With what? Your hair? You want me to straighten it?” “Well you don’t have to, but if you want to guide me along or something . . . “ “Nah I don’t mind doing it but why do you want to?” “No reason,” But the redness of her cheeks gave her lie away. Then it came to Mae. “Awe is it for little Ronnie-Poo? Are you going on a date with him?” “No,” Hermione said too quickly, “but you never know when he’s looking. . . .” she mumbled. Mae grinned. “Oh ok but you have to say something first.” “Oh God.” “I want you to say ‘Oh great Mae, you are the Queen of Da Hair styles. And I humble in your power’. Make sure to get the ‘Da’, that’s important.” “You have got to be kidding!” “Well if you really don’t want your hair straighten that badly I guess I can go back to bed now. . . ” A fast, but quiet, sound came from Hermione’s mouth. “What was that, Hermione? I could hear you.” Teased Mae. “Oh great Mae, you are the Queen of Da Hair styles. And I humble in your power.” Hermione’s cheeks were a blazin’ red and it was extremely cute. “I grant your wish now sit at the end of my bed.” Hermione did and Mae came up behind her and took the bushy mess in her hands. “Oh dear you are going to need much more then just a hair cut, you need some moisture to it too. Tisk tisk, what are we going to do?” Mae imitated a gay mans voice. “Shut up,”
The Fae Mae · Wed Oct 03, 2007 @ 07:50pm · 0 Comments |