The Sleazy Family and Harry jumped off the bus (they would’ve gone by Floo Powder but they’d run out) and-
“We hadn’t run out, you just couldn’t be bothered to describe it all…”
Mrs Sleazy collapsed to the floor and had a sudden heart attack.
Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, they jumped off the bus and went into the bookshop, where they were greeted by Harry and Ron’s friend, Hermaphrodite Grunger.
“Harry! Ron!” She hugged them both.
“Hi Hermaphrodite!” said Harry. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I just bought the entire Harry Potter collection!”
Harry and Ron exchanged nervous glances, knowing what they had to do…
“…Check it out, I got the Philosopher’s Stone and the Chamber of Secrets and-”
Harry and Ron suddenly dived on her and began to tear the books to pieces.
“HEY!” Hermaphrodite shrieked. “What are you doing? Get off me!”
Halfway through their scuffle, a pair of feet stepped delicately in front of them. Stopping their fight to see who the owner of the feet was, Harry, Ron and Hermaphrodite looked up and were met by their worst nightmare… (well, mine actually…)
That’s right. You guessed it. It was JK Rowling!!! (Dum dum dumn!!!)
“Those aren’t my books you three are carelessly ripping apart, are they?”
“Um, no…” They stuttered nervously. “These are- um- these are, err…”
“The Lord of the Rings books!” Harry lied.
“Yeah, yeah!” Hermaphrodite exclaimed triumphantly. “Lord of the Rings!”
“Which one?” Rowling asked.
“Um…” Ron said. “Er… Frodo Baggins and the Prisoner of Isengard?”