"UGH" Blackburn Grunted.

"So, Where are the bitches?"

"I Told you, I Don't Know, But Even If i Did, I Wouldn't Tell You!"

BlackBurn Got Kicked in the face yet another time. "Since you Don't want to tell me, guess I'll have to kill you." Lord Central Said. "I'm not scared," BlackBurn Said. BANG! Another soldier dead. Lord Central Watched as he crumpled to the floor. all the life of him... Gone...

"C'mon people, that's the 88th soldier dead, we need to get our asses together! I thought we trained all of you," The Army General Said. "Sir, I don't think the people who died were skilled veterans," Said Someone. "That has nothing to do with it. we've trained each of you for 2 years! 2!" "Sir, We're running out of people, there's a war going on and we only have.. what? 200 People left?" "Yeah," Said the General. "This Militia is falling apart." "I Thought we were better than this." "We need to find some people to recruit, anyone. Someone who can fight, who is capable of fighting." "Sir, Remember me, Agent Isaiah." "Well if it isn't ol' buckeroo, how you doin'?" "Just fine sir," The agent said. "Eh uh, we're running out of people, why don't you find some more people to recruit?" "Yes Sir, I Uh... Got a few connections myself..." "Well... GET ON IT!" "Yes Sir," The Agent Replied.

2 Hours Later...

"897-008," Said the Agent. The Phone Rang.

"Who's calling me?" A Girl Said.

"Hello," The Girl Said.

"Is this Stephany Caroline?"

"No, it isn't. and don't call me again asshole!" With that, she slammed the phone down.

"heh, heh. a little prank calls to fuel me up."

"919-0567"

"Hello, James Ber Bar, How may I help you?"

"I'm Looking for a dover, last name dover, first name ben."

"Hey guys, I'm looking for a ben dover. Has anybody seen ben dover. Hey Guys! BEND OVER!"

The Whole Bar Laughed.

"Look here you little snotrag, when i get a hold of you, i'm a tear your eyeballs out, and feed em to the fish! you hear me!"

"Heh Heh. Making threats will get you killed. especially if you don't mean them."

The Agent Hung up.

"Ok let's look for people"

"Wow, I can't believe I killed Lord Voldemort. That was Crazy. But, we have to celebrat right?" Harry Said.

"Yeah Mate, Nothing like a good celebration after you killed your worst enemy," Ron Said.

"Yeah but we still have to focus, we're still in our 7th year and we have EOTY Exams coming Up," Hermione Said.

"EOTY, Snorted Ron"

"End-Of-The-Year, Ronald," Hermione shook her head.

"Nice Place by the way," Harry Said.

"Thanks," Hermione Replied.

"Hey Hermy, did you ever go to a muggle school?" Ron Said.

"What does that have to do with anything."

"Did you?" Ron Said.

"Yeah." Hermione Answered.

"Hey Ron, Wanna watch the basketball game?" Harry Asked.

"Where?"

"Here. the TV?"

"TV?"

"Tele-Vision."

"How does that work again?"

"Ok, let's go to a real one, it will save you the time and energy."

"Haha," Hermione Laughed.

"Hermione, you coming?" Harry Asked.

"Nah, I have to study."

She Waited Until She Heard The Door Close...

Then She Relaxed, closes the book, made popcorn, and watched TV.

She was just about to sit down when she heard the phone ring.

She Answered...

"Hey Babe, What's up."

"You Know the place i work at?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Hermione Asked.

"We're Looking for New Team Members. You Wanna Join?"

"What's In it for me?"

"Sex. Haha Just Kidding. You get to spend lots of time with me first of all, you go through training, which makes you stronger, so if someone attacks you you can KC Their Ass. And you actually Get Paid to fight. The Higher the Rank, The bigger the pay. and the best part is, once you're done with training, you can come home!" Isaiah Said.

"Can Harry and Ron Join Too?"

"Harry and Who?"

"My Friends"

"The More The Better!" Isaiah Said.

"We're looking for 30 People at least."

"Do you have 30 friends Herms?"

"No, sadly... like someone would want to be my friend..."

"Don't worry, they're jealous because you're the Prettiest girl in the world."

"Aww.. Thanks", Hermione Smiled.

"Can I speak to Harry and Ron?"

"Oh.. Their out at a basketball game, but I'll tell them you called."

"Ok.. Hey, what basketball game is it?"

"Are you trying to stretch the conversation?" Hermione Asked.

"Yeah.. I love talking to you. and i miss you. I have to go out and fight in a minute."

"Wait, you're fighting.. I have to fight... Like, Use Guns?"

"Yeah, they train you to use em. but you don't have to fight. you could be a latrine cleaner or shoe polisher"

"Nah, I think i prefer the fighting." Hermione Said.

"Good Choice. Hey I'll Catch you Later. Bye"

"Bye..." Hermione Said.

*Voices Outside*

"Woah, their back already! I have to clean up!," Hermione Said.

She Jumped over the couch and took the popcorn. she dumped it in the trash and put the bowl away. she put all the glasses in the sink and put her shoes back on. she cleaned up the rest of the bits of popcorn off the floor and threw them in the trash, she then jumped back over the couch, sat down, opened her book, and closes it calmly as soon as she saw them walk in, all in under 30 seconds.

"Hey guys, you're back fast."

"Yeah, it got canceled because everyone got injured."

"There was an attack at the stadium," Ron Said.

"All you could hear were Loud Booms," Harry Said.

"Hey My Boyfriend called he said he was recruiting people to work at his agency, you wanna join?" Hermione Said.

"Does it have free food? Ron Asked"

"Do you get to fight people"?

"Yes and Yes."

"I'm In."

"I'm In." Harry and ron both said together...

"haha."

She called.

"Hey Bf, The said Yes."

"Excellent. Tell them to be at the Agency Recruitment office by 12 PM Tomorrow."

"Ok." Hermione Said...