Harry, Ron and Hermione are now grown up...sort of and now they live on a remote island off Ireland (heh...heh?)
Suddenly from being wizards, living without magic are now catholics and happy... apart from competition off Malfoy, who lives without magic...on a remote island off Ireland... who is Catholic.
NOT against Catholics, just a background story.
Starting off....Hermione bounced into the room with her hair done in an Elvis style (scary :unsure: ) pointing to a fake diamond studded black leather jacket with 'Elvis' on the back. As she turned round, she saw an ambitious Ron and a drunk Harry with gross stuff on his face - wearing the same stuff.
"Who're you supossed to be then?" asked Ron.
"Ron. I'm Elvis."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"I'm Elvis."
"Yes. I know. We're all Elvis. That's the problem."
"Why?"
"Cos you copied off me. I said I was going to be Elvis."she said with clenched teeth.
"Ah, so that's where I got the idea!"
"I thought this was the first Craggy, Crundell and Crippen Islands look-a-like competition I was gonna win!"
"Now, it is a bit strange you thought of it as well!"
"I'll have to go as Mother Teresa
again!"
"Who're you s'posed be then?" said Harry in a very gruff voice. He was sobering. Unusual.:o:
"I'm Elvis." He said and he walked slowly and roughly to his favourite chair. "DRINK!"he demanded poignantly.
Hermione got up. "This is riduculous. I'm making a cup of tea."
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