On the night of the concert, I primped and groomed quite a bit; got dressed, straightened hair, painted nails- the works. And then I was ready. I went outside to find Draco waiting there for me, holding his old Nimbus 2001. He was wearing a quite faded Weird Sisters t-shirt that looked like he had got it when he had first heard of the band.
"Nice shirt," I said, winking.
He grinned. "Thanks."
He got onto his broomstick and gestured for me to get behind him on it. We flew towards Hogsmeade. On the way there, we discussed our potions final that we had had that morning. We laughed quite a bit. Finally, we reached the venue.
There was a mosh pit forming before our very eyes. We joined into it, still laughing way too much.
"Spinnin' 'round like a crazy elf
Dancin' by himself
Boogie down like a unicorn
And no stoppin' till the break of dawn
Put your hands up in the air
Like an ogre who just don't care" sang the frontman.
"I love his voice!" I shouted over the music.
"Me too!" he yelled back.
We laughed even more.
As we continued to "dance," I watched him. It was obvious he was having the time of his life there. And the night kept going. It was somehow the longest night I've ever danced through. But it was also the greatest.
Of course, there are so many shades of grey in memories. The next part was a different color altogether.
We rode into the Forbidden Forest.
