Disclaimer- I might have forgotten on my other fic, but don't flame me for that. Anyway, I don't own the books brilliantly written by J.K.Rowling nor do I own the characters in this story. Hope you like it and please R/R!
"Students, students, if you will please direct your attention away from your meals for a few moments. Please place your full attention on me," Dumbledore bellowed over dinner one cold fall night.
Wind whistled through the trees while the Whomping Willow swung at anything that it thought to be a danger to it. As the students finished the last bite of their pasta, bread, or meat or whether they were in the midst of drinking pumpkin juice, they turned their attention to Albus Dumbledore. He stood in front of his chair at the front of the Great Hall, which was under the night sky as of right now. Ron's cheeks were bulging from stuffing as many pumpkin pasties as he could into his mouth before he had to give up his lovely meal to listen to the Headmaster. Snape glared as usual, at Harry from his seat to the far left of Dumbledore. Harry just ignored it as usual, he was used to it by now. After all, it was his third year. Three years of attending the finest school for Witchcraft and Wizardry, three years of being faced with death, three years playing quidditch, his now favorite sport of all time, and three years of having friends like Hermione and Ron. Hermione placed down her silverware to the right of her plate and smoothed out her napkin on her lap. She, of course, was one of the very first to listen to Dumbledore's request. Draco, on the other hand, was one of the very last. He, Crabbe, and Goyle were whispering between each other new ways of insulting the mudbloods, getting Harry into trouble, but most of all, how to get Ron back for punching him the very first year. He did find it a bit entertaining when Ron started to spit up slugs, but that wasn't enough for him, no. Once every students attention was on him, Albus cleared his throat and began.
"For the first time in Hogwarts history, we are going to hold a talent show," he announced. Whispers filled the hall from the students. Some faces showed that they were confused like Ron's, some showed a look of excitement like Harry, Fred, and George, and some showed very little interest but did open their eyes to the thought like Draco and Hermione's.
"Now before you think that making objects explode is a talent, it isn't," he added. Fred and George looked at each other and then pouted. They planned to force-feed another salamander a Filibuster Firework to show everybody in the school what happens.
"That's not making something explode is it?" Fred asked George quietly.
"To Dumbledor? Yes. To us? Mere entertainment," George answered.
"Talents you may choose from are singing, bands, poems, and dance. There will be no magic tricks or potion making for they could endanger your fellow classmates. Now you may sign up outside Professor McGonagall's classroom or Professor Snape's classroom. You may do a solo act or a group act, it's your choice. It will be held two weeks from now before the Halloween feast and winners will be announced after the feast. That is all, you may return to your meals," he finished.
He pulled his chair towards the table and took a seat and watched as each student started to continue their meals. Ron's pumpkin pasties had made his mouth very dry he tried his hardest as Dumbledor gave his announcement, not to move. So now he was gulping down three glasses of pumpkin juice.
"That was mine Ron!" Hermione squealed.
"Sorry, but it's gone to good use," he said between gulps.