Chapter 9(changed): Best Behaviour
Camera swoop over the Hogwarts ground, Voldemort's hide out and shrieking shack, come to a stop at the manner
A very distort, confused Severus was sitting in the middle of the dinning room flinging around a square of linen.
"Up right hand corner, tuck, fold and pull" He recited, then turned very frustrated when it didn't work.
"Centre fold, turn, twist, pleat and tuck" He said fiddling with the cloth.
"No, no, no, its up tuck, bottom left fold, centre pleat and pull" He told him self maliciously.
"Ahaaha, success!" He complemented as he admired the linen.
"What a perfect square" He gloated.
"Severus do you plan on folding the napkins anytime soon?" McGonagall boomed from the doorway.
"What do you mean, they're perfect!" Snape snapped.
"Severus, in the twenty minutes I have been gone all you have done is managed to turn a square piece of linen upside down." McGonagall stated as she charmed a few glasses into a pyramid.
Snape look disappointed, put down his napkin and walked out of the room, his shoulders slumped and his feet dragging along the ground.
"Cheer up Severus they are very good squares!" She added hesitantly holding a napkin up.
"That one wasn't even mine!" he wailed running out of the room, his hands and arms waving around wildly in the air, just like Jack Sparrow.
McGonagall just shrugged and continued to place the newly folded napkins around the table. She walked over to the doorway, turned around and admired her work. There was a pink and purple theme in the room, glasses were pink, and tablecloths were purple and pink in a marble pattern. Practically everything was pink and purple. Over in the corner was a large photo board that was prepared by Dumbledore and Wormtail… and Joe.
"Joe!!" McGonagall called loudly as Ron entered the room.
"Yes Madame." He bowed politely
"I want you to stand at the door and welcome our guests!" She announced importantly.
"Sure thing gov'na!" He said as he marched out of the room his hand raised to his forehead in a salute.
No sooner had Ron made it to the door came the first knock. He opened the door and bowed very low.
"Hey hot stuff," said a drooling voice.
He looked up quickly at a hunky grey-haired-95-year-old-looking-guy.
"Oh, hey Charlie," Ron said giving his brother an almost scared look.
Charlie slapped him on the arse, "See yah later lil bro," he winked in a mischievous manner as he walked up the hall.
"Um, Charlie… I'm not "you know" any more. I love Hermione." He confessed.
"WHAT! YOU CRAB! I AM GOING TO TELL EVERYONE YOUR SECRET NOW!" Charlie screamed.
"No Charlie, please don't" Ron whimpered pathetically.
Charlie stuck his nose in the air and pulled a paper clip from his pocket.
Ron's frown lines defined themselves and he lowered his head in shame.
"Mr. Joe, would you please greet the guests? And your top is not to blow your nose on either!" McGonagall shouted as she did a few last minute touch ups.
Ron tucked his top into his pants, just as he had, a second knock came. Ron peered around the corner with a suss look on his face.
"Umm...Dumbledore may I ask why you are consistently knocking on the door, that is already open?" He said grabbing Dumbledores fists.
Dumbledore had obviously not heard a word Ron had just said and received quite a shock at the sudden grab of his hands.
"Ahhhhh, earthquake, attack, rape, fire!" He said still ambitious to knock on the door.
Ron just shrugged him off and awaited other guests.
Slowly, an hour passed and all the people that had been invited were crammed in the large, yet small looking dinning area.
There was a clang of glass and everyone turned to the front of the room where McGonagall was standing.
"Okay people, our Birthday boy will be here any minuet now, when he comes in and turns on the lights we jump up and wish him a happy Birthday okay?" everyone nodded and McGonagall flicked her wand which turned out the lights.
Ten minuets went by and still no one had come yet, but then suddenly there was a faint tapping of shoes. A door closed and someone was walking up the stairs,
"Here he comes everyone!" McGonagall whispered loudly to the many hundred people.
The door of the room opened and a figure switched on the lights.
"HAPPY QUANZZA" Everyone shouted at the top of their lungs towards the man at the door,
"Sorry I am late guys," Jack Sparrow laughed uneasily, tugging at the collar of his shirt as he moved away from the door.
Everyone glared at him, it hadn't been Voldemort who came through the door but Jack Sparrow who was supposed to be one of the special guests. There was a laughing sound coming from a manical sounding man on the other side of the room.
"Oh was this party for me? I arrived ages ago!" Voldemort laughed throwing his arms around the lady next to him.