A Drabble
By
Erica Turner
Music blared from the speakers. It was the Halloween Ball at Hogwarts. Harry wanted to put his fingers in his ears, but he could feel the eyes of Proffessor Elnup, the new Horticulture teacher, fixed on him.
"I'm never going to get used to the Wicked Witches music," Hermione whispered to Harry.
"Me neither," Harry agreed, watching Ron dance past with a girl they didn't know.
"Come on you guys," Ron called.
"Why not?" Hermione shurgged. She and Harry copied the way the other witches and wizards were dancing. They saw other muggle born wizards doing the same as them.
THE END