Words - 516

Forum - The Golden Snitch

Challenge - Prompt of the Day

School - Uagadou

House - Tawaret

Prompt - Your eyebrows are funny

It was the leaving feast, for all of the graduating eighth years, and they were all dressed up, prepared for the midnight ball. The Weasley's were there, along with the Grangers, who's minds would be obliviated of magic before the night was over. There was laughter and cheering and whooping, money changing hands as people kissed. But the Golden trio were quiet, filled with sadness, about the people with no parents, or the parents with no kids. But as the daylight melted away, they soon forgot that, dragging the Grangers all around the ground, laughing as they ran away from Fang, marvelling over Sir Cadogen, and the Chamber of Secrets.

Before they knew it, they were back in the Great Hall, the clock stricking eleven, and the Hogwarts concert band started to play. As it was the first song, all the couples danced slowly. When Neville tripped over Luna, he looked up to see Proffessor McGonagall glaring at him. He swallowed loudly, glaring at his laughing date, and stood up.

The song ended, and Harry and Ron sat diwn for a break, watching Bill spin Fleur around, and Mr Granger dance with Hermione.

"Oh, look, Minnie is dancing with Neville!"

Harry looked up to see Proffessor McGonagall berating Neville on his foorwork, but then she smiled and they continued dancing.

"I'm gonna go ask Hagrid to dance", Harry deckared marcging over to him.

"Do you have any idea about him that will look?"

Ron's words skimmed over Harry, and, true to his word, they danced.

Ron swallowing, went to go cautiously ask Hermione to dance, pulling her away from the angry Mr Granger.

At exactly eleven fourty three, Mr Granger pulled Ron aside, for a little heart to heart talj about Hermione.

"Don't you mistreat my Hermione, or I will make you so serverly injured you won be able to walk, let alone what my wife and Hermione would do".

"Don't worry sir, Hermione could take me in a fight any day."

Mr Granger grinned, ruffled Ron's hair and moved on, yelling as he left, "Go fix thise eyebrows, Boy!"

Ron walked back onto the dance floor, crossing it quickly.

"Harry, is there anything wrong with my eyebrows? "

Harry scrunched up his eyes, peered really closely, spent a few seconds staring, and then said "Nope".

"Thanks mate, it must've just been Mr Granger screwing with me".

He walked off, leaving Harry to sip his orange juice, talking to Mrs Granger and Mr Weasley about rubber ducks.

The final song was announced.

Hermione and Ron made it on to the center of the floor, dancing a slow dance, a pretty dance.

At exactly one minute to midnight, Hermione started laughing.

"What is it Hermione, is Neville stuffing up again?"

Hermione chocked down her laugh and her head and continued dancing. But eventually, she just couldn't stand the bubbling and tickling up her throat.

"What is it Hermione?"

The clock struck twelve, and they kissed . When they stopped, at the last bell toll, Hermione said -

"Your eyebrows are funny."