__ [Shut up, little boy]
HP is taking over the world.
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I went to the orthodontist today. Well, more like 'I was dragged to the orthodontist', because I was taking a nap when my mum woke me up like the monsters from the 'Village' were coming. Apparently, we were late for my date with my teeth's torturer.
Anyway, while we were waiting a small family came in. A dad (who was freakishly tall), a son (who was really cute and had freakishly big feet) and a small boy who looked exactly like his brother but a lot younger. I, as always, kinda stared at the little boy's brother because he was really, really cute. Even the braces looked good on him..
Anyways.
The small boy who looked about 3 or 4 years old coughed all the time. All the time. I considered asking him if he wanted any water, because he had become that annoying. Fortunately, for both me and him (him because if he wouldn't stop coughing, I'd force the water down his throat and I wouldn't care if I choked him to death as long as he'd stop coughing) his coughing thingy stopped.
Another thing begun then.
I think it's called -
The thing little children, specifically little boys have and make their parents incapable of sticking their offspring's ass on the chair to keep them from wandering around and annoying innocent teenage and really irritated girls like me.
Well, after the boy passed by me for what seemed the 1274783937585th time but was actually the 3rd, the little idiot begun staring at me. I was wondering if I had food on my face or anything. I started looking back at the boy with my bitch face that can scare my own father off, but since his father and brother (who was really cute) were sitting opposite me, I didn't think treating their darling little boy like a worm was a wise thing to do.
So, instead, I stared at the boy with this idiotic and totally fake smile -
The boy didn't think it was fake at all. Instead, it gave him courage. He opened his mouth hesitantly, then closed it again.
.. I didn't know I could be that scary.
Anyway, after a few more successful-not tries to tell me something, I had had enough. I said 'hey' in a small, sweet voice. The boy cracked me a toothy smile and said with in a curious tone -
Are you Hermione Granger?
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Yes, that was my response.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
I stared at him as if I was wondering whether or not I should tell his father that his son was mental. Because, he was. My friends call me 'Hermione' all the time and they say I look a lot like Emma but I thought they did it just to cheer me up. I doubt the boy could read so the only Hermione he knew was that of the movie.
Oi.
I hate that Hermione.
Anyways, after I considered it for a couple of minutes and I opened my mouth to answer, the boy said -
Because you're really pretty like Hermione.
OK, that should have cheered me up. I mean, a boy said I was pretty and he thought I was my favorite character from HP but instead of blushing and thanking him, I got mad. Really mad. My surprised face turned to this face -
Which translates to 'Leave as soon as you can'. You probably wonder why I got mad, right?
Well, I'll tell you why.
Because he thought Hermione was pretty, that's why.
Well, I didn't really got mad at the boy. I got mad at the director and script-writers of HP. Because they made Hermione look pretty.
Hermione.
Hermione is NOT pretty.
Her hair is bushier than a bush and her teeth too big. Her hair isn't straight with fake yet perfect curls, light brown with blonde highlights and her teeth aren't straight and small. Emma is too pretty to be Hermione.
So I thanked the boy for the compliment and he left.
*bangs head against the wall*
Yes, that was me in the pictures.
...
I went to the orthodontist today. Well, more like 'I was dragged to the orthodontist', because I was taking a nap when my mum woke me up like the monsters from the 'Village' were coming. Apparently, we were late for my date with my teeth's torturer.
Anyway, while we were waiting a small family came in. A dad (who was freakishly tall), a son (who was really cute and had freakishly big feet) and a small boy who looked exactly like his brother but a lot younger. I, as always, kinda stared at the little boy's brother because he was really, really cute. Even the braces looked good on him..
Anyways.
The small boy who looked about 3 or 4 years old coughed all the time. All the time. I considered asking him if he wanted any water, because he had become that annoying. Fortunately, for both me and him (him because if he wouldn't stop coughing, I'd force the water down his throat and I wouldn't care if I choked him to death as long as he'd stop coughing) his coughing thingy stopped.
Another thing begun then.
I think it's called -
The thing little children, specifically little boys have and make their parents incapable of sticking their offspring's ass on the chair to keep them from wandering around and annoying innocent teenage and really irritated girls like me.
Well, after the boy passed by me for what seemed the 1274783937585th time but was actually the 3rd, the little idiot begun staring at me. I was wondering if I had food on my face or anything. I started looking back at the boy with my bitch face that can scare my own father off, but since his father and brother (who was really cute) were sitting opposite me, I didn't think treating their darling little boy like a worm was a wise thing to do.
So, instead, I stared at the boy with this idiotic and totally fake smile -
The boy didn't think it was fake at all. Instead, it gave him courage. He opened his mouth hesitantly, then closed it again.
.. I didn't know I could be that scary.
Anyway, after a few more successful-not tries to tell me something, I had had enough. I said 'hey' in a small, sweet voice. The boy cracked me a toothy smile and said with in a curious tone -
Are you Hermione Granger?
...
...
...
Yes, that was my response.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
I stared at him as if I was wondering whether or not I should tell his father that his son was mental. Because, he was. My friends call me 'Hermione' all the time and they say I look a lot like Emma but I thought they did it just to cheer me up. I doubt the boy could read so the only Hermione he knew was that of the movie.
Oi.
I hate that Hermione.
Anyways, after I considered it for a couple of minutes and I opened my mouth to answer, the boy said -
Because you're really pretty like Hermione.
OK, that should have cheered me up. I mean, a boy said I was pretty and he thought I was my favorite character from HP but instead of blushing and thanking him, I got mad. Really mad. My surprised face turned to this face -
Which translates to 'Leave as soon as you can'. You probably wonder why I got mad, right?
Well, I'll tell you why.
Because he thought Hermione was pretty, that's why.
Well, I didn't really got mad at the boy. I got mad at the director and script-writers of HP. Because they made Hermione look pretty.
Hermione.
Hermione is NOT pretty.
Her hair is bushier than a bush and her teeth too big. Her hair isn't straight with fake yet perfect curls, light brown with blonde highlights and her teeth aren't straight and small. Emma is too pretty to be Hermione.
So I thanked the boy for the compliment and he left.
*bangs head against the wall*
Yes, that was me in the pictures.