"The Jivin' Wizard MagiClub" by Quidditch, Anyone?
Plot: Every good series needs at least one hip dance club.
The Idea Comes First
Like all adrenaline- filled teenagers, the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry need to, let's just say, let off a little steam once in a while. Of course, that meant wicked shindigs in the Gryffindor Common Room at least every other Friday. Unfortunately, with Professors breathing down your neck and lack of dry-bars and Flamingo dancers, the midnight blasts inside the school was not a permanent solution.
Which is why it was about time for some genius students to come up for the idea for an-
"All-wizard dance club?" Hermione questioned.
"Yeah! Face it, Hermy- we need a place where we can just kick-back, relax,-"
"And get jiggy"
Fred and George had first voiced their idea the Saturday morning after their latest party (which, unsurprisingly, ended with McGonagall screaming at the Gryffindors until her cheap hairnet fell off at 3 in the morning).
"And how exactly do you plan to do this?" Ginny piped up from the landing of the girls' staircase.
"Let's not worry about that now," Fred said impatiently while hopping over to put an arm around his little sister. "Just picture the finish product," the gazed randomly with his left hand in front of him, seemingly enhancing the glorious scene. "An enchanted dance floor, dancers in cages suspended from the ceiling, disco lights, and teacher-free evenings of major groovin' away from the castle."
"Right, Fred," Hermione said sarcasticaly. "Now, how do you plan to, A, find a cheap, vacant pub where all this can take place, B, find the money for dancers in cages and disco-lights, and most importantly, C, be allowed out-of-bounds every week in order to party without any sort of supervision?"
"Dammit, she's right!" George snapped his fingers angrily.
"There must be a way!" Fred said desperately. "I mean, this is a fanfic! How can this be a good story if we don't even have a bloody dance club!"
"Huh?"
"Nevermind," Fred said quickly. "The point is, where there's a will to get down and jiggy, there's a way!"
I'm sorry. This is stupid, but also the result of extreme writer's block, having no social life, and staying home in my oven-of-a-house all summer. Furthermore, Captain Obvious has already informed me that this is a ridiculously short chapter, but keep in mind it's just the introduction.