All time highs.... and some more lows.
The weeks leading up to the winter dance were total chaos. Everyone who was going home for the break was packing. They would leave right after the dance. All of the girls were floating around, looking for the boys of their dreams to take them to the dance. Hermione and Amanda, who had gotten over their little Oliver issue, spent most of their time laughing as they followed Ron and Harry around while they tried to dodge any girls who might want to ask them to the dance. As soon as any girl so much as looked at one of them, they would dive behind a tapestry or statue, or jump around a corner. Amanda found it amusing, feeling sorry for all of the girls without dates. No, she didn't have one, but she didn't want one either. All she wanted was her self esteem back. She needed to prove to herself that there was nothing wrong with her. Every spare moment she had, she would pull her bed curtains shut around her, reach under the mattress, and pull out the dress that she was secretly sewing. It was going to be the best.
On this particular Monday, the Monday before the dance, the four of them were walking down the hall when Harry and Ron were suddenly cornered by Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. Before Ron could turn to run, he found himself agreeing to go with Parvati. Lavender began to open her mouth to speak to Harry, but he threw his arm around Amanda, "Amandawillyougotothedancewithme?" he practically screamed, all in one short breath.
She looked at him suspiciously, "Shhhhhhure..."
Lavender quickly turned on her heel and walked away, her face a lovely shade of burgundy.
"Wow, Harry, that was a close one," Ron breathed, "why didn't I come up with that?"
"Because he's a genius and you're not," Hermione giggled.
Harry, Amanda, Hermione, and Ron continued on to Transfiguration. Harry's arm, Amanda realized, was still around her shoulders, and Hermione still giggling fitfully. Amanda, wearing her ankle length black skirt, Gryffindor sweater, and heeled boots to match her skirt tripped just outside the door.
"Aw geez," she surveyed the damage, "You guys just go to class, I need to go back up to the tower and change."
After receiving many assurances that she was alright, the group went into class leaving Amanda to the grueling task of removing her boots. Seven and a half minutes later, as she yanked off the second boot, she fell backwards and into Harry's arms. "Oh. My. Goodness. Have you been standing there the whole time?"
"Yeah, pretty much." he grinned, then laughed, "you might want to hurry back up to the tower." He took off the robe that he was wearing over his sweater and slacks and held it out to her. Amanda looked down. She was standing in her tie dye socks, holding a pair of boots with one of the heels snapped off, and wearing an ankle length skirt that now had a slit from the ankle, revealing her calves, passing her knees, going beyond her thighs, and all the way up to her hips. Her face caught fire faster than a Christmas tree as she snatched the robe and threw it on.
"Sicko." she muttered under her breath.
"So I'll be seeing you at the quidditch game tonight?" he looked at her pleadingly, "Gryffindor versus Slytherin. We are going to kick their butts."
"I'm not coming back to class?"
He flashed a mischievous grin, "I can tell McGonagall whatever you want."
"I will be back. Thanks anyway," she was shocked by his behavior, and trudged up the stairs in a lousy mood.
Upon arriving in the Gryffindor common room, she found that Peeves was floating around holding up a pair of pink boxers. "I stole them from Wood, I did," he cackled, "But what to do, what to do?"
"Take them down into Potions. That's where he'll be," she almost smiled, "And Then it'll be lunch time. Go to the Great Hall with them."
Peeves cackled some more.
"Now get out!"
Peeves floated out of the common room making up a little rhyme to chant while displaying his prize. Amanda stomped up the stairs and into the dormitory and slammed the door behind her. She reached into her trunk and found nothing but her pajamas. "Peeeeeeeeeves!!!!" she hollered as she shook them out and put them on. Now spotted cows jumped over moons all up and down her legs, and a cow smiled back at her from her chest in the mirror. It would have to do. She threw Harry's robe over the back of the sofa in the common room and made her way down to Transfiguration.
The weeks leading up to the winter dance were total chaos. Everyone who was going home for the break was packing. They would leave right after the dance. All of the girls were floating around, looking for the boys of their dreams to take them to the dance. Hermione and Amanda, who had gotten over their little Oliver issue, spent most of their time laughing as they followed Ron and Harry around while they tried to dodge any girls who might want to ask them to the dance. As soon as any girl so much as looked at one of them, they would dive behind a tapestry or statue, or jump around a corner. Amanda found it amusing, feeling sorry for all of the girls without dates. No, she didn't have one, but she didn't want one either. All she wanted was her self esteem back. She needed to prove to herself that there was nothing wrong with her. Every spare moment she had, she would pull her bed curtains shut around her, reach under the mattress, and pull out the dress that she was secretly sewing. It was going to be the best.
On this particular Monday, the Monday before the dance, the four of them were walking down the hall when Harry and Ron were suddenly cornered by Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. Before Ron could turn to run, he found himself agreeing to go with Parvati. Lavender began to open her mouth to speak to Harry, but he threw his arm around Amanda, "Amandawillyougotothedancewithme?" he practically screamed, all in one short breath.
She looked at him suspiciously, "Shhhhhhure..."
Lavender quickly turned on her heel and walked away, her face a lovely shade of burgundy.
"Wow, Harry, that was a close one," Ron breathed, "why didn't I come up with that?"
"Because he's a genius and you're not," Hermione giggled.
Harry, Amanda, Hermione, and Ron continued on to Transfiguration. Harry's arm, Amanda realized, was still around her shoulders, and Hermione still giggling fitfully. Amanda, wearing her ankle length black skirt, Gryffindor sweater, and heeled boots to match her skirt tripped just outside the door.
"Aw geez," she surveyed the damage, "You guys just go to class, I need to go back up to the tower and change."
After receiving many assurances that she was alright, the group went into class leaving Amanda to the grueling task of removing her boots. Seven and a half minutes later, as she yanked off the second boot, she fell backwards and into Harry's arms. "Oh. My. Goodness. Have you been standing there the whole time?"
"Yeah, pretty much." he grinned, then laughed, "you might want to hurry back up to the tower." He took off the robe that he was wearing over his sweater and slacks and held it out to her. Amanda looked down. She was standing in her tie dye socks, holding a pair of boots with one of the heels snapped off, and wearing an ankle length skirt that now had a slit from the ankle, revealing her calves, passing her knees, going beyond her thighs, and all the way up to her hips. Her face caught fire faster than a Christmas tree as she snatched the robe and threw it on.
"Sicko." she muttered under her breath.
"So I'll be seeing you at the quidditch game tonight?" he looked at her pleadingly, "Gryffindor versus Slytherin. We are going to kick their butts."
"I'm not coming back to class?"
He flashed a mischievous grin, "I can tell McGonagall whatever you want."
"I will be back. Thanks anyway," she was shocked by his behavior, and trudged up the stairs in a lousy mood.
Upon arriving in the Gryffindor common room, she found that Peeves was floating around holding up a pair of pink boxers. "I stole them from Wood, I did," he cackled, "But what to do, what to do?"
"Take them down into Potions. That's where he'll be," she almost smiled, "And Then it'll be lunch time. Go to the Great Hall with them."
Peeves cackled some more.
"Now get out!"
Peeves floated out of the common room making up a little rhyme to chant while displaying his prize. Amanda stomped up the stairs and into the dormitory and slammed the door behind her. She reached into her trunk and found nothing but her pajamas. "Peeeeeeeeeves!!!!" she hollered as she shook them out and put them on. Now spotted cows jumped over moons all up and down her legs, and a cow smiled back at her from her chest in the mirror. It would have to do. She threw Harry's robe over the back of the sofa in the common room and made her way down to Transfiguration.
