Episode 3
(continued from previous posts) … personal injury lawyer.
Harry grabbed Hermione’s hand and yanked her away from the knackwurst that people were beginning to scoop up and make into sandwiches.
“Mustard only, hold the mayo” yelled the grumpy wizard who had already fashioned a neck brace out of thin air and was passing his card around proclaiming him as a magical injury lawyer.
“Keep your robes on, Porko,” shouted the TSA witch. Porko being either one of the unremembered Marx Brothers or one of the forgotten Three Musketeers bars. “I got two hands only.”
Harry and Hermione were sprinting away from this totally baloney scene when Hermione remembered her carry-on and the locket containing the Horcrux.
“Harry,” she yelled, “the locket!”
“Waxio locket,” yelled Harry aiming his wand in the general direction over his shoulder. The wizard, who sat munching his knackwurst sandwich and using a spare card as a napkin, now had his amulet go from a dull finish to a bright luster. It twinkled merrily in the magical sunlight of the ceiling.
“Crap,” cried Harry.
“Wrong spell,” screeched Hermione sensing a running gag. She skidded to a halt and took great aim. The hex-ray machine, where the locket was, stood almost one hundred yards away behind two beefy witches from security bearing down on them. “Accio locket!”
Sparks flew from her wand like sparks from the end of a chopstick. The spell jumped over the security witches and hit the locket between the eyelets. The locket flew over the heads of the security, placed itself around Hermione’s neck, and beneath her robes where it decided it liked how Hermione was developing magically.
“Expellipantus,” she shouted and the security witches fell face first onto the imitation polyester carpet.
“Hard to run with underwear around your ankles,” said Hermione grinning beatifically to Harry. She blew on the glowing tip of her wand, polished it on her sleeves, and more sparks emitted from the tip.
“As Ron would say, ‘that was brilliant,’” said Harry.
She crossed her arms. “When you’re hot, you’re hot,” Hermione said effervescently.
Nullius in Verba 
Favourite line; ‘Sparks flew from her wand like sparks from the end of a chopstick’.
Don’t know how JKR missed that in seven books.
I alwas knew Hermione was effervescent. Irritating at times, but bubbly at her core, as it were.
I suggest you submit the idea to Ms. Rowling that you continue the adventures of Harry and the Gang so as to relieve her of the burden. Fresh ideas are wanted and it looks like you are just the man to provide them.