I walked into the sidewalk and looked around me. todays weather was typical august, a slow fog that made you want to crawl into a ball next to herm--someone....... i was eager to get to the office today, so i apperated into the lobby, accidentally stepping on my boss' foot. "Ramond, ill kill you for this" he said, walking away. im not ramond, i mumbled. Around 10 o'clock I got a phone call. it was Hermione. I hastely answered the phone. "Ron- I just got a call from the New York Times. They want me to write for them. We're moving to america!"