Prologue: The Plan
Three boys sat in their dorm, one on his bed, another on his dresser and the third on the floor. The first two were deeply immersed in their conversation, and the third was reading.
"I just don't get it Pads! Am I really that bad of a guy?" asked the first from his bed.
"No, Prongs, your not, but hey I'm your best friend, so my opinion doesn't really count," replied the one on his dresser.
"I mean I did everything I could think of. I'm more mature. I stopped cursing people between classes. I tried to be less cocky. And when she finally went out with me she broke up with me claiming I'm not 'boyfriend material' and 'we are too different for it to work'. What the hell does that mean?" ranted the first.
"Yeah," replied the second, "But what can you do?"
"We need a plan."
"Yeah and a good one, too."
"Any ideas Moony?" Asked the first.
"Actually, yeah I do Prongs," Replied the one on the floor looking up from his book.
"Is it good?" questioned the on situated on the dresser.
"Yeah," came the reply from the floor.
"How good?" Asked the one laying on his bed.
"Well, lets just say the Transfiguration is going to make it's first ever public appearance by performing their first live concert ever."
"Oh, I like the sound of that," replied the first.
"I thought you might," said the third.
Then the three boys made a circle, heads bent around a piece of parchment and began to make plans.