D Day
I hate myself, I hate myself, and I hate myself. The moment me and "united commission" for graduated entered the Great Hall I already knew there was something wrong – terribly wrong – with me. I mean, since I started my campaign for my theme to be the chosen for the ball, James – Meaning, Potter. POTTER. – Started his, and apparently Hogwarts obeys the mathematic law by which women shall outnumber men, therefore, support is with him. Of course the fact that Marlene got furious when she found out that Sirius was promising a kiss to each girl who yelled James' theme during raffle helped to decrease all this fuss around the choice, but I was still nervous.
"Good evening, everyone!" Dumbledore showed at his pulpit (?), all happy and merry as he always is. I guess he didn't know that the "united commission" was so not united that the only thing that prevented us from killing each other was the responsibility towards the other students. All of this because of the theme choice, can you believe such fraternity?
For the raffle Dumbledore used an old but useful tool, a felt hat with papers inside. What is magic for, right? And there, in front of our mortal deadly thoughts, he sorted the paper. But as we're talking about Dumbledore he couldn't just open the paper and read, right? He had to make a speech and make me feel even more nervous about it. I need a cup of coffee.
Oh, yes. Thanks to Potter and his mess during the Christmas holidays I developed a type of compulsion for coffee, which destroys my nerves in occasions like this and at the same time keeps me awake for hours on the eve of important events – such as a Transfiguration exam – besides making me have awkward, prophetic dreams.
"The graduation party is the most important night on a young wizard's life. Each one knows how deep our school affected their lives, and the way we celebrate won't change the fact that Hogwarts will always be there for those who need and ask. For many of your Hogwarts was not only a place of knowledge and study, and yet a second home, where our staff and teachers acted as mentors to brilliant minds which surely will make a brighter world in the future. It is with great pleasure that I announce that this year's theme for the seventh year graduation ball will be: Halloween out of Time!
It was as though something – such as my karma, who loves to mess around with me – picked all the feelings I've ever had my whole life and threw it inside a blender and then forced me to swallow. I felt frustrated, obviously, because my theme was clearly the best, but at the same time happy and relieved. At least Potter didn't win.
"It is good to remember that the school is counting on you so there won't be anything going wrong or mislead during the ball." Professor McGonagall told us the moment we stepped out of the Great Hall. "Mss. Evans and Mr. Potter, as head girl and head boy are responsible to assure that nothing goes wrong and the theme is well applied. The other members of the commission will, therefore, obey your commands. For any doubts you look for me or any other teacher."
"Well, Amy!" I called, and the girl who suggested the theme stepped forward, very happy for helping with something. "Write down everything we'll need for this ball, will you? Kile, you'll help me with the music, I need a list of bands, prices and etc for this week. Potter, where do you think you're going?"
I turned slowly to him, who – lazy as always – was already running as if I had just announced the theme would be "let's kill immoral cheater ex-boyfriend who destroy your self-confidence and makes you become compulsive for coffee"
"You." I growled (I really did, I hate him), pushing the clipboard on his chest. "Will help me."
"Yes, m'am." He mocked, even though he knew he was playing with fire. "But I thought you didn't want me here."
But I do, did, I don't know, I thought. Potter could make a good job – if he wanted to, of course – and I kind of wanted to give him this try. Not that I wanted him near me, no way, it would be ridiculous if I wanted after all he did to me. Anyway I had already decided I would throw the best ball the castle had ever seen, so I shrugged my shoulders and ignored him.