Chapter 6
Now all Draco and I had to do was wait for our answers from Xavier and Saturnia before we could go any further with our plan. We couldn't make any headway with either Harry or Hermoine because the two annoying weasels were constantly attached to them. So, it was with great anticipation and excitement that we watched Draco's beautiful white eagle owl returning to us with a parchment. It had to be Xavier's reply!
Indeed it was, and Xavier was more than happy to help us with our plans. He and a few friends were willing to stage a "ceremony" to honor Ron, but it would lead to his ultimate humiliation because during the course of this ceremony, Ron would be asked to prepare a special potion in tribute to his great achievements in magic. After all, the entire wizarding community admired him so much, surely it wouldn't be too much to ask for him to dazzle us with his expertise in potion making? The potion he would be preparing would be one of exceeding difficulty, one which even Professor Snape would find a challenge – Perhaps it would be wolfbane or even Markzamius Mure, a potion for eternal youth. Or, since Ron's potion making skills were so bad, he could simply be led up to the difficult one. We could start with something really simple, which he would probably botch and be laughed at for evermore.
During the course of the three weeks time, Ron would be staying in the castle of one of Xavier's distinguished friends, entertained, fed and made to feel like a million dollars. It would all be worth it when, at the end, he would crash down in flames. Draco and I cracked up laughing. "Sure wish we could be there to see it," we both exclaimed at once.
Early the next day, my owl Beaky came flying through my window with a parchment from Saturnia. "Sure, I could help you," she wrote. "Ginny can be part of the pageant for the whole three weeks, she'll make it all the way to the finals, then we will disgrace her and make fun of her. How could anyone with her plain looks possibly be in a tournament of beautiful witches? Every witch present will laugh and make nasty comments to her, it'll be a hoot. She'll leave feeling more ugly than a nasty old washcloth." This was the funniest thing I had ever heard, and I REALLY would have loved to see my enemy Ginny humiliated, but it was all going to be worth it in the end. I ran to the fireplace, threw in some floo powder, and told my friend Draco the good news about Saturnia.
"Both these invitations are going to have a note on them – WARNING – You and only you are to appear at this event, no guests are allowed for any reason. This is due to security reasons, and because we are only able to provide sufficient entertainment, food and lodging for our personal invited guests. (Well, we could provide more, but we just simply don't want to!)", I announced.
"Pans, the only thing is that each invitation is going to have to be worded a little bit differently so that no one gets suspicious," Draco said. "Good point", I said. "It won't be a problem making them look official, with all the lovely parchments we have on hand. Let's write em up and send em out!"
AN: There you go, two chapters instead of just one! I realize they probably weren't the best, but things are going to get a lot more interesting from here. Just a little plot development. Thanks so much for everyone who is reading this story, LeDiablo Blanc2 and out of the ashes being the two most recent readers. I appreciate all your comments, and will do whatever I can to make the story interesting and better! Keep reading and reviewing!