(Late replies again, because of Things Of Doom To Do.)

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Frizzy-girl scowled at Jeremy. "It is not broken, it is just that you happen to know nothing about magic."

Jeremy glared at her. "Well you have twigs in your hair."

Frizzy-girl looked rather worried, and began frantically checking her hair to see what foliage might be lurking within. Redhaired-boy sighed. "She's kidding." Frizzy-girl glared at Jeremy and crossed her arms.

"Harriet," said Jeremy, turning to her, but he was cut off before he could continue the sentence.

"Hang on," said Redhaired-boy, "the girl being called Jeremy I could just about cope with, but he's called Harriet as well? Where on Earth do you people come from?"

"I don't think you get to talk about strangeness," said Richard, "considering that you're hiding in a bush and you have what appear to be wands."

"We have normal names," said Redhaired-boy stubbornly. "My name's Ron, and you can't get more normal than that."

Frizzy-girl whipped her head around to glare at him. "You just revealed our identities to complete strangers! How do you know they aren't Death Eaters?"

"They aren't very good ones. Anyway, at least I didn't tell them that my surname is Weasley."

Frizzy-girl made a very annoyed face at him, and raised her wand-thing.

"I wouldn't bother," said Jeremy. "I've told you, it's broken."

Frizzy-girl looked as though she might explode with rage.

"Calm down, Hermione," said Scarhead-boy placidly. "They'd have to be the most useless Death Eaters in the world if they didn't recognise me."

"Well now that's a bit cocky, isn't it?" said Jeremy. "I don't expect everyone in the world to recognise me, although frankly those who don't must be blithering idiots not to watch Top Gear."

"Maybe they do, and they've achieved what we all want to and managed to ignore you," said Richard.

Jeremy stared at him. "But Richard, I'm the best thing about the show! No-one would watch if it was just you and May skipping about and talking about Graham Norton's arse and your hair and how completely bloody boring the pair of you are."

"Well, no, Jeremy, but they would if we got rid of you and managed to still present the show the way it is now, only without some great buffoon ruining everything."

Jeremy was about to retort when he noticed that May had wandered over, a curious expression on his face.

"Who are these three?"

"They've escaped from the local mental asylum and seem to think that this thing," Jeremy held up the purse, "is some sort of Horlicks."

"Horcrux." said Hermione stubbornly.

"Now who's revealing secrets?" said Ron smugly.

"Ron, the Death Eaters are looking for the Horcruxes too, they already know..." Hermione trailed off and pointed an accusing finger at Harriet. "You! You're a death eater! I should have known! Your eyes look evil-"

"Hey!" Jeremy cried indignantly, cutting her off. "I happen to think I have very friendly eyes!"

"I wasn't talking to you, you idiot, I was talking to him!" snapped Hermione.

May sighed. Clearly they were in for a very confusing time.