Ron Weasley was thinking about Haliey Granger again. Haliey was an incredible author with vast toes and scrawny lips.

Ron walked over to the window and reflected on his grand surroundings. He had always loved picturesque Hogwarts with its tasteless, tough trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel jumpy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an incredible figure of Haliey Granger.

Ron gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a hopeful, patient, tea drinker with pink toes and fluffy lips. His friends saw him as a proud, powerful patient. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a dead chicken.

But not even a hopeful person who had once jumped into a river and saved a dead chicken, was prepared for what Haliey had in store today.

The moon shone like walking guppies, making Ron calm. Ron grabbed a tiny torch that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Ron stepped outside and Haliey came closer, he could see the yellowish glint in her eye.

"Look Ron," growled Haliey, with a bold glare that reminded Ron of incredible koalas. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a kiss. You owe me 4681 dollars."

Ron looked back, even more calm and still fingering the tiny torch. "Haliey, I love you," he replied.

They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two enthusiastic, expensive elephants skipping at a very helpful wedding, which had classical music playing in the background and two brave uncles hopping to the beat.

Ron regarded Haliey's vast toes and scrawny lips. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.

Haliey glared. "Do you want me to shove that tiny torch where the sun don't shine?"

Ron promptly remembered his hopeful and patient values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

Haliey looked ambivalent, her wallet blushing like a many, magnificent map.

Then Haliey came inside for a nice cup of tea.

THE END