Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Harry Potter or these would be actual stories and not just something that I write in my free time!

Anyway, thanks to daysandweeks for this challenge!

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Theodore Nott walked into the club that Pansy Parkinson had told him to come to. The interior had obviously been hastily redone. The thick stench of old smoke hung overhead and coated the back of his throat. There were poles falling from the ceiling and it was all Theodore could do to force images of Pansy on them from his mind.

"Theo!" Pansy called excitedly, running over to him. "I'm so glad you could make it!" She intertwined her hand into his and started to drag him towards the stage. "It's not finished, but what do you think?"

"About what?" Theodore choked out, looking around.

"Everything!" Pansy squeaked her face lighting up with excitement. "That's where the maypoles are going to be and the food's going to be over and music over there. I was thinking live music, but do you think that's too much?"

"Wait," Theodore held his hands up and looked around. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm having the May day celebration here. Out family takes turns with it every year and guess who's turn it is!" She beamed at him as he shrugged, obviously at a loss for words. "Me silly. Anyway, so what do you think?"

Theodore puled his fingers through his hair exasperatedly as he looked around. "I . . . don't think this is the right place for a May day celebration is all."

"Okay, so I know it's not the best place but ti's the only place I could find under such short notice." Pansy looked at Theodore with wide and expecting eyes, obviously wanting him to say something. Anything really.

"I thought you said your parents do this every year," Theodore said in confusion.

"They do. And it's not just my parents! It's my entire family!" Theodore rolled his eyes but just continued to look around. "You hate it don't you?"

"No. I just don't . . . . What is the youngest age that is coming?" Pansy's face darkened and her mouth slipped into an angry line.

"Five," she spat, her eyes narrowing into slits and her hip cocked defensively. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"No. No," Theodore said, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "Just think about the location a little bit."

Pansy looked thoughtful, almost as though she was actually listening to what he was saying. But then she got angry again and Theodore knew that it was all over. "Are you saying that my judgment is wrong?" she accused, glaring at him forcefully. "Because if you are, then you can leave and not come back!"

"All right," Theodore said, shaking his head and starting to walk out. "But if you get any complaints: I hate to say it, but I told you so."

"No you don't! You never hate to tell anyone anything!" Pansy huffed at his retreating back.

She rolled her eyes and turned back to what she was working on. These kids were going to have the best May day every and it was all going to be thanks to her. "So ha, Theodore!" she hissed, starting to decorate the poles.