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I drove and drove until I could read the directions Ron gave me on my hand. The place Harry told to meet me at was big and there were lilacs and rosebushes everywhere. The door panels were made out of pure gold and you could see them sparkle in the twilight.
"Quiant little place, isn't it?" I said to myself, chuckling.
There were an awful lot of cars holding reporters and other important people, almost as though there was someone really important here tonight..........
I slammed on the brakes at this thought.
"DAMN! ACK ACK ACK! ACK I SAY!" I shouted, pounding my head on the steering wheel.
Maybe I should drive back now and fake sick? I wondered.
"NO!" I yelled aloud, hoping people didn't think I was crazy.
I drove around to the parking lot and parked my Mercedes into a small space towards the back. I checked myself in the mirror one last time (which by the way, scared me beyond scaredness) and stepped out. Maybe it was me, or the restaurant, but whichever one it was, it was making me feel very inferior as I stepped into the finely furnished main room.
A man estimated about 60 came to my service. He had on a black tux and his gray oily hair was sleeked back.
"Welcome, Miss. How may I be of service?" He asked, bowing and talking in an oily voice much like his hair.
"I'm here with Harry Potter!" I said uncertainly.
"Of course you are." He smarmed.
He crisply clapped his hands and on command, a pimply redhead bounded over.
"Steven, take this young lady to Mr. Potter's table. And do tuck in your shirt!" He said, as Steven jerked up like a marionette and beckoned for me to follow him.
I did and I entered a dimly lit room with people in Gucci shoes and white tuxedos. The curtains were made of dark red velvet with gold tassels and there were candles at every table. Plants were in each of the four corners with golden planters. A fountain with those cute naked Cupids was in the middle, spitting out lavender colered water. It smelled as good as lavender too. People were softly talking and some men were drinking beer in fancy champagne while ladies sipped martinis with little limes in them. I sighed. Now this was fine living.
I spotted Harry talking to a young woman of about twenty-one. I inhaled a sharp breathe........