AN: Hola. Flick wrote this one, and it is fine and DANDY! It's a great
chapter
( * applauds felicity* ). Hope you like.
We are under fire for not thanking those we have "appropriated" work from: JK Rowling, J RR Tolkien ( for the lovely Aragorn spin), many tortured years of our schooling lives ( well, we WERE taught to write there), my mum for the lemonade, and felicity for her scrumptious cat in the hat t-shirt.
Please review! Felicity (*standing ovation*) and Jess.
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CHAPTER SIX:
Professor Snape woke with a start, looking at the cause for the searing pain in his arm. The tattoo of a skull on his arm was burning a brilliant red.
"He's planning something." Muttered Snape as he stood up from his desk where he had drifted off and began in the direction of Dumbledore's office.
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Silently the large and drafty mansion began to fill with people in black cloaks and dark masks. They quickly moved up the steps to the large sitting room at the top of the stairs. As the entered they formed a circle around a tall, solid figure standing in the middle of the room with a cowering Wormtail by his side.
"The time is now. My sources at the ministry tell me that all representatives from the strongest wizarding schools are now at Hogwarts. In three hours they will be assembled in the great hall for a fancy dress ball. As we speak, my best charm makers are working on a spell to bewitch the castle, turning the students and staff into the characters they attend the ball as. Once we have full control of the castle, the spell will be lifted and all occupants shall be murdered!"
A cheer so terrible and hollow rose from the ring of Death eaters as Voldemort continued his instructions on how to reach the castle.
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The hall looked magnificent as it was decorated for the Dionysus Ball. The decorations included Greek statues of the gods, which moved, a sacrificial shrine behind the teachers table and the transmogrification of the inside of the hall to resemble the Parthenon.
"Professor Paris, the decorations look wonderful! And your costume is fantastic.who are you supposed to be?" Professor McGonagal questioned as she straightened her toga and turned to Paris.
"I was reading that great muggle epic The Lord Oft The Rings and thought it would be fun to go as a ranger, like my favourite character, Aragorn."
"Ron, you, ah, look interesting. I didn't know that there were red heads in Ancient Greece!"
"And that toga, really suits you!"
Ron, Harry, George and Fred were waiting in the common room for Hermione. The twins were dressed as each other, George wearing the jumper with an 'F' on the front that their mother sent every year for Christmas and Fred wearing the jumper with a 'G'. Harry was wearing his Godric Gryffindor outfit and Ron, after much indecision, decided to go as Dionysus, after all it was his ball and who wouldn't want to go as the patron god of wine, music and good times!
The four boys were so busy discussing their costumes that they didn't see Hermione until she sat on the couch opposite.
"Wow, Hermione you look beautiful." Ron stood and walked over to where she had sat.
"Who are you?" Asked Harry, looking at her closely.
"Elena Castalides*". She was the first Head girl of the school, was really intelligent and skilled. She later married Godric Gryffindor." There was a slight awkward pause as Harry looked at Ron who had a strange look on his face.
"Come on the Ball's starting in a couple of minutes and we want to get a good table right!" the twins broke the silence, and the five began down the stairs to the great hall.
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"Do you think we should cancel the ball?" Snape was pacing the floor as Dumbledore looked at him from behind his desk. "I think it's too late for that, it has just started. We should warn the teachers to be on the look out however and we will keep a lookout throughout the night also. We don't know what his plan is so it would be foolish to worry the students unnecessarily. Now why don't we go down to the hall and see what costumes the students have decided to wear
~~~~~~ *: another name for the muses. A muse is an inspirational spirit, usually concerned with literature.
Sorry for the overuse of " ~~~~~~", but paragraphs just are not as effective. Just not, you hear!
You know what I'm going to ask. Well, I'm on bended knee : please R/R.
" Breathe in the night That crushed a tired sunrise Born again the day Brings young naivety." ~I love Silverchair.
We are under fire for not thanking those we have "appropriated" work from: JK Rowling, J RR Tolkien ( for the lovely Aragorn spin), many tortured years of our schooling lives ( well, we WERE taught to write there), my mum for the lemonade, and felicity for her scrumptious cat in the hat t-shirt.
Please review! Felicity (*standing ovation*) and Jess.
~~~~~~
CHAPTER SIX:
Professor Snape woke with a start, looking at the cause for the searing pain in his arm. The tattoo of a skull on his arm was burning a brilliant red.
"He's planning something." Muttered Snape as he stood up from his desk where he had drifted off and began in the direction of Dumbledore's office.
~~~~~~~
Silently the large and drafty mansion began to fill with people in black cloaks and dark masks. They quickly moved up the steps to the large sitting room at the top of the stairs. As the entered they formed a circle around a tall, solid figure standing in the middle of the room with a cowering Wormtail by his side.
"The time is now. My sources at the ministry tell me that all representatives from the strongest wizarding schools are now at Hogwarts. In three hours they will be assembled in the great hall for a fancy dress ball. As we speak, my best charm makers are working on a spell to bewitch the castle, turning the students and staff into the characters they attend the ball as. Once we have full control of the castle, the spell will be lifted and all occupants shall be murdered!"
A cheer so terrible and hollow rose from the ring of Death eaters as Voldemort continued his instructions on how to reach the castle.
~~~~~~~
The hall looked magnificent as it was decorated for the Dionysus Ball. The decorations included Greek statues of the gods, which moved, a sacrificial shrine behind the teachers table and the transmogrification of the inside of the hall to resemble the Parthenon.
"Professor Paris, the decorations look wonderful! And your costume is fantastic.who are you supposed to be?" Professor McGonagal questioned as she straightened her toga and turned to Paris.
"I was reading that great muggle epic The Lord Oft The Rings and thought it would be fun to go as a ranger, like my favourite character, Aragorn."
"Ron, you, ah, look interesting. I didn't know that there were red heads in Ancient Greece!"
"And that toga, really suits you!"
Ron, Harry, George and Fred were waiting in the common room for Hermione. The twins were dressed as each other, George wearing the jumper with an 'F' on the front that their mother sent every year for Christmas and Fred wearing the jumper with a 'G'. Harry was wearing his Godric Gryffindor outfit and Ron, after much indecision, decided to go as Dionysus, after all it was his ball and who wouldn't want to go as the patron god of wine, music and good times!
The four boys were so busy discussing their costumes that they didn't see Hermione until she sat on the couch opposite.
"Wow, Hermione you look beautiful." Ron stood and walked over to where she had sat.
"Who are you?" Asked Harry, looking at her closely.
"Elena Castalides*". She was the first Head girl of the school, was really intelligent and skilled. She later married Godric Gryffindor." There was a slight awkward pause as Harry looked at Ron who had a strange look on his face.
"Come on the Ball's starting in a couple of minutes and we want to get a good table right!" the twins broke the silence, and the five began down the stairs to the great hall.
~~~~~~~
"Do you think we should cancel the ball?" Snape was pacing the floor as Dumbledore looked at him from behind his desk. "I think it's too late for that, it has just started. We should warn the teachers to be on the look out however and we will keep a lookout throughout the night also. We don't know what his plan is so it would be foolish to worry the students unnecessarily. Now why don't we go down to the hall and see what costumes the students have decided to wear
~~~~~~ *: another name for the muses. A muse is an inspirational spirit, usually concerned with literature.
Sorry for the overuse of " ~~~~~~", but paragraphs just are not as effective. Just not, you hear!
You know what I'm going to ask. Well, I'm on bended knee : please R/R.
" Breathe in the night That crushed a tired sunrise Born again the day Brings young naivety." ~I love Silverchair.