"Hogwarts is not a matchmaking business!" shouted Snape.
Dumbledore just grinned slightly, eyes twinkling even more than usual. "I am quite aware of that, it just seems this generation needs a push in the." Minerva McGonnagal interrupted, most unlike herself, or at least as she appeared to the students. "I must agree with Severus, although it pains me much to say this." She said, and it certainly did look painful for her to say that. "This generation has too much to worry about to spend their days looking for dates, too much to learn about before they go into the world and face the dangers."
"Exactly my point. They're too stressed, forced into growing up too fast." The elderly Headmaster said.
At this the rest of the teachers nodded and Minerva and Severus, who had jumped out of their seat in the conference room, sat down in defeat, fuming none the less.
"The age restriction will be the same as the Yule Ball two years back?" asked one of the nameless teachers.
"Yes. Perhaps on a Hogsmeade weekend, we could also let the younger children go as a treat?"
All the teachers nodded.
"When will it be held?" one voice asked.
"I think Christmas vacation shall do." More nodding.
"One more thing. I think it shall be a masquerade ball. Nothing lovelier than amour cach" Dumbledore announced. Most of the teachers gasped.
"The last time Hogwarts held a masuerade ball...was when I was in school!" said a shocked and appaled Severus.
"Yes Severus, I know." Dumbledore said with amusement in his voice, "Your generation needed a push in the right direction too. I'll tell the students tomorrow. Meeting adjourned.
"I can't believe Dumbledore would allow such a thing again, even less announce the idea himself." Said Minerva to Severus, who was walking down the stony halls to her office-bedroom split, but wanting to talk to Severus, who unusually, shared her same ideas.
"Complete corruption of the children, and a complete waste of time too."
"Yes, I agree. Although I'm sure some of your resentment also lies that you didn't have a very successful ball last time." She chuckled Snape scowled. It was true. Unlike others, he didn't find true love at the ball. They had arrived out side of her door and Minerva faced Severus.
"It was nice to see someone has sense around here." They stood awkwardly outside her door.
"Eh..well good night."
"Yes, goodnight Minerva."
The students were ecstatic when they heard a ball was coming to Hogwarts, and when the announcement was made, boys and girls eyeing their crush, seeing if they were looking at them. But when Dumbledore continued, and told them that it would be a masquerade, many looked down, very uncertain.
"As many of you grew up around muggles, I will explain what goes into wizarding masquerade. Instead of creating a mask to hide your face, you say a spell- Chavis Quesage. This will make your face only become blurry and unseen to all that look. It will be likethe faces blurred out to protect the identity of someone on cops shows. Magical photographs are not affected though. The countercharm to Chavis Quesage is Voil Quesage.
He continued with the details that he had, as the prefects and the heads would be decorating and such. The ball was to be held December 24th. The eve of Christmas.
The Hogsmeade weekend was upon the students. The village was more crowded then ever, with all seven years there.
In Madame Malkin's Shop for Men, Harry and Neville were trying on robes in front of Ron, who had picked out formal black dress-robes, with silver aura. Ron had received an unexpected gift of dress robes from the twins in his 5th year, maroon, but had outgrown them, much to Ron's joy.
The other two boys were nervous about their appearance but were trying to seem cool about shopping, whining about such a boring chore.
"I can't find anything!" Harry said, sporting a bright yellow dress-robe. "How can women do this! They claim this is FUN!" Neville said in just as much of a catch. Orange was not his color. "It's not hard! Just pick something off the rack..." Ron suggested, "Or hey, ask the princess in the short skirt what's your color." They nodded.
Harry, ended with a dark maroon-red, and Neville with an opposite navy blue.
In the main robe shop by Madame Malkin's for Women, Hermione was trying on robes. Parvati had immediately decided on a gold robe, with Gryffindor red accents. Lavender had gotten her signiture color in a very fashionable loose style.
Hermione was the only one who hadn't decided yet. She had tried on almost all the colors of the rainbow. In sheer desperation she pulled a soft plum colored, shoulder-less robe, which was a new style that was making its way from France. It was a robe, but much more dress-like than the standard dress-robe. She tried it on, and it was an instant sensation with Parvati and Lavender. They squealed that she had to buy it. Even she admitted to herself that it looked good with her light tan that she had gotten over the summer.
"Now if only I could do something with my hair..." Hermione sighed, forgetting she was in the presence of a Patil and a Brown, who exchange glances and a smile.
The night of the ball the students who were going to the ball woke up an extra two hours earlier. They of course had to change in to their masks and change their hair appearance and voice etc. as much as possible.
Parvati and Lavender got ready, relatively quickly, and early. They knew they would have to fix up Hermione. Secretly they both knew she had the capability to be much more attractive then both of them, although they were both rather pretty.
Suprisingly, they had no trouble convincing Hermione for a beauty makeover. The make-up was easy enough as it appeared Lavander and Parvati had raided Sephora over the summer.
When they were ready for a hair transformation, the two teenagers pulled out a pair of scissors. Hermione looked stricken.
"What are you planning to do with those?" she asked, knowing full well what they planned on doing.
"Don't worry, my sister does the hair for Mrs. Fudge. She's been teaching Parvati and me since we were 12. We could graduate from magical beauty school with two more lessons. Don't worry! Just a small cut and then we'll put it up too."
Hermione gulped, closed her eyes and screaming, let them cut.
When she opened her eyes she was shocked, then smiled. Her hair was shorter, not waist length anymore, but the middle of the back. It was tastefully put up in chopsticks and was slightly wavier, less bushy.
"And unlike the make-up, which will come off, your hair is permanent!" Hermione's eyes went wide, and then hugged them both.
"I can do the spells! I was studying up on ways to color your hair while looking up florescent pink for Malfoy."
"So you were the one!"
"Well yeah....but that's not the point I stumbled up on a charm that alters hair colors every fifteen minutes." She informed them.
"But not florescent pink right...." Parvati asked.
"Just natural colors like blond and jet etc." And without further ado pointed her wand at Parvati and Lavender she uttered, "Chevleur", and then the mask spell.
Then the (current) brunette looked at the clock on the wall. It's almost six! We've need to get to the Hogwarts portkey!"
"I don't understand why they had to do porkeys! I hate them!" complained Lavender.
It's because they don't want to give clues of who's in what house!" Parvati told her.
"Whatever."
They touched their lamp, and at six o'clock and forty-three seconds, they were transported to the Great Hall.
A/N: I dunno where this came from. I mean I was sitting in the car on our trip, thinking about Harry Potter, and the fan fiction awaiting me at home. Jotting things down for "Harry Potter and His Sixth Year", my other fic and POOF! I began writing the first part of this! I know I should be writing the third chappie of my other fic but OH WELL!
Harry will not be paired with a very common ship. Ron will have a more commen ship, although not main ship. Hermione will be with a ship you see a lot. I'll actually do Snape too. There won't be any slash though, and no teacher/student relationships.
Please review!!!!!
Dumbledore just grinned slightly, eyes twinkling even more than usual. "I am quite aware of that, it just seems this generation needs a push in the." Minerva McGonnagal interrupted, most unlike herself, or at least as she appeared to the students. "I must agree with Severus, although it pains me much to say this." She said, and it certainly did look painful for her to say that. "This generation has too much to worry about to spend their days looking for dates, too much to learn about before they go into the world and face the dangers."
"Exactly my point. They're too stressed, forced into growing up too fast." The elderly Headmaster said.
At this the rest of the teachers nodded and Minerva and Severus, who had jumped out of their seat in the conference room, sat down in defeat, fuming none the less.
"The age restriction will be the same as the Yule Ball two years back?" asked one of the nameless teachers.
"Yes. Perhaps on a Hogsmeade weekend, we could also let the younger children go as a treat?"
All the teachers nodded.
"When will it be held?" one voice asked.
"I think Christmas vacation shall do." More nodding.
"One more thing. I think it shall be a masquerade ball. Nothing lovelier than amour cach" Dumbledore announced. Most of the teachers gasped.
"The last time Hogwarts held a masuerade ball...was when I was in school!" said a shocked and appaled Severus.
"Yes Severus, I know." Dumbledore said with amusement in his voice, "Your generation needed a push in the right direction too. I'll tell the students tomorrow. Meeting adjourned.
"I can't believe Dumbledore would allow such a thing again, even less announce the idea himself." Said Minerva to Severus, who was walking down the stony halls to her office-bedroom split, but wanting to talk to Severus, who unusually, shared her same ideas.
"Complete corruption of the children, and a complete waste of time too."
"Yes, I agree. Although I'm sure some of your resentment also lies that you didn't have a very successful ball last time." She chuckled Snape scowled. It was true. Unlike others, he didn't find true love at the ball. They had arrived out side of her door and Minerva faced Severus.
"It was nice to see someone has sense around here." They stood awkwardly outside her door.
"Eh..well good night."
"Yes, goodnight Minerva."
The students were ecstatic when they heard a ball was coming to Hogwarts, and when the announcement was made, boys and girls eyeing their crush, seeing if they were looking at them. But when Dumbledore continued, and told them that it would be a masquerade, many looked down, very uncertain.
"As many of you grew up around muggles, I will explain what goes into wizarding masquerade. Instead of creating a mask to hide your face, you say a spell- Chavis Quesage. This will make your face only become blurry and unseen to all that look. It will be likethe faces blurred out to protect the identity of someone on cops shows. Magical photographs are not affected though. The countercharm to Chavis Quesage is Voil Quesage.
He continued with the details that he had, as the prefects and the heads would be decorating and such. The ball was to be held December 24th. The eve of Christmas.
The Hogsmeade weekend was upon the students. The village was more crowded then ever, with all seven years there.
In Madame Malkin's Shop for Men, Harry and Neville were trying on robes in front of Ron, who had picked out formal black dress-robes, with silver aura. Ron had received an unexpected gift of dress robes from the twins in his 5th year, maroon, but had outgrown them, much to Ron's joy.
The other two boys were nervous about their appearance but were trying to seem cool about shopping, whining about such a boring chore.
"I can't find anything!" Harry said, sporting a bright yellow dress-robe. "How can women do this! They claim this is FUN!" Neville said in just as much of a catch. Orange was not his color. "It's not hard! Just pick something off the rack..." Ron suggested, "Or hey, ask the princess in the short skirt what's your color." They nodded.
Harry, ended with a dark maroon-red, and Neville with an opposite navy blue.
In the main robe shop by Madame Malkin's for Women, Hermione was trying on robes. Parvati had immediately decided on a gold robe, with Gryffindor red accents. Lavender had gotten her signiture color in a very fashionable loose style.
Hermione was the only one who hadn't decided yet. She had tried on almost all the colors of the rainbow. In sheer desperation she pulled a soft plum colored, shoulder-less robe, which was a new style that was making its way from France. It was a robe, but much more dress-like than the standard dress-robe. She tried it on, and it was an instant sensation with Parvati and Lavender. They squealed that she had to buy it. Even she admitted to herself that it looked good with her light tan that she had gotten over the summer.
"Now if only I could do something with my hair..." Hermione sighed, forgetting she was in the presence of a Patil and a Brown, who exchange glances and a smile.
The night of the ball the students who were going to the ball woke up an extra two hours earlier. They of course had to change in to their masks and change their hair appearance and voice etc. as much as possible.
Parvati and Lavender got ready, relatively quickly, and early. They knew they would have to fix up Hermione. Secretly they both knew she had the capability to be much more attractive then both of them, although they were both rather pretty.
Suprisingly, they had no trouble convincing Hermione for a beauty makeover. The make-up was easy enough as it appeared Lavander and Parvati had raided Sephora over the summer.
When they were ready for a hair transformation, the two teenagers pulled out a pair of scissors. Hermione looked stricken.
"What are you planning to do with those?" she asked, knowing full well what they planned on doing.
"Don't worry, my sister does the hair for Mrs. Fudge. She's been teaching Parvati and me since we were 12. We could graduate from magical beauty school with two more lessons. Don't worry! Just a small cut and then we'll put it up too."
Hermione gulped, closed her eyes and screaming, let them cut.
When she opened her eyes she was shocked, then smiled. Her hair was shorter, not waist length anymore, but the middle of the back. It was tastefully put up in chopsticks and was slightly wavier, less bushy.
"And unlike the make-up, which will come off, your hair is permanent!" Hermione's eyes went wide, and then hugged them both.
"I can do the spells! I was studying up on ways to color your hair while looking up florescent pink for Malfoy."
"So you were the one!"
"Well yeah....but that's not the point I stumbled up on a charm that alters hair colors every fifteen minutes." She informed them.
"But not florescent pink right...." Parvati asked.
"Just natural colors like blond and jet etc." And without further ado pointed her wand at Parvati and Lavender she uttered, "Chevleur", and then the mask spell.
Then the (current) brunette looked at the clock on the wall. It's almost six! We've need to get to the Hogwarts portkey!"
"I don't understand why they had to do porkeys! I hate them!" complained Lavender.
It's because they don't want to give clues of who's in what house!" Parvati told her.
"Whatever."
They touched their lamp, and at six o'clock and forty-three seconds, they were transported to the Great Hall.
A/N: I dunno where this came from. I mean I was sitting in the car on our trip, thinking about Harry Potter, and the fan fiction awaiting me at home. Jotting things down for "Harry Potter and His Sixth Year", my other fic and POOF! I began writing the first part of this! I know I should be writing the third chappie of my other fic but OH WELL!
Harry will not be paired with a very common ship. Ron will have a more commen ship, although not main ship. Hermione will be with a ship you see a lot. I'll actually do Snape too. There won't be any slash though, and no teacher/student relationships.
Please review!!!!!