Ron Weasley, Harry Potter and Fred Weasley – all dressed up for the occasion have gathered for the Brown's feast. Harry begins to mock Ron before finally entering the house.
Ron Weasley, Harry Potter and Fred Weasley enter dressed anonymously with many other guests present.
Ron: What is our excuse if we get caught here?
Fred: We are not going to have a speech to welcome ourselves. We will dance and let them judge us how they want for all I care.
Ron: No bloody way, I will just watch. I am not in the mood to dance.
Harry: Get up, your dancing otherwise I'll jinx you.
Ron: My soul is made of swamp juice, it is so heavy that it keeps me on the ground.
Harry: Idiot, you are a wizard. Get a broom and fly higher than any other man.
Ron: My wounds keep me down, I sink under the heavy weight of my love.
Harry: If you sink you are falling. It is not right to drag something as beautiful as love to the ground.
Ron: Love is not beautiful you tosser. Love is rude, rowdy and stabs you like a thorn.
Harry: If love is rude then play rude with love. So what if somebody sees your flaws?
Fred: Come on let's get inside. Once we get in we can show off all our moves!
Ron: I will light up the room. You cannot lose if you don't play.
Harry: You are being an idiot. We are wasting time. Let's go!
Ron: Why do we even have to go to this dumb dinner party ball thing? If we get caught – when we get caught it will be the end for us.
Harry: How do you figure?
Ron: I had a dream.
Harry: So did I.
Ron: What was your dream about?
Harry: In my dream I learnt that dreamers often lie.
Ron: I doubt that.
Harry: Have you been visiting Gilderoy Lockhart again?
Fred: Wait, what does that toss pot have anything to do with this?
Harry: He has gone a bit loopy. He was admitted to the psychiatric ward in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. After his spell backfired he lost all him memory and when you go to visit him – well let's just say that you can feel yourself becoming an idiot right there on the spot.
Ron: Stop talking nonsense just shut up.
Harry: Your dreams are nothing but your silly imagination, think of your dreams as the air that we breathe. Yet one thing is certain about dreams. They are as predictable as the mind which can blow in any direction. North, then south, then north, then west.
Fred: Whilst you talk about the wind, I will just stand here and freeze to death whilst everybody 'inside' the house eats our dinner and we don't even get to see the hot girls.
Ron: What happens if we are early? We walk in first and everybody sees we are a Weasley! This is going to be the start of something horrible, heck it might even cost us our lives.
Fred: Shut up you toss pot and walk inside the bloody house.