Ch. 2
Just then, the song "Pretty Fly for a White Guy" came blaring from the walls.
Ron Weasley, face so bright red that he looked like some sort of a deranged beet, came walking onto the stage wearing a tight black shirt and loose jeans. (A/N- sure, it's muggle clothing, but can't you imagine it?) He did a little dance to the song as he made his was to the front, took a deep breath as the song toned down a bit, smiled at the crowd, and said, voice slightly trembling,
"Hi, ladies and gentlemen- well, mostly ladies, har har. I'm the first up, so I thought I'd do a little bit of comedy. Er- you do like comedy, right? So, ah, why did the chicken cross the road? Haha, just joking" – trembling even more now- "but seriously, folks, er- what's the deal with wands these days? Is it just me, or are they getting-er- heavier?"- a few weak laughs along with shouts of "it's just you!"- Ron was visibly trembling now. "Yeah, maybe so. But, uh, what's the deal with Muggles these days? They're getting all riled up. I mean, here we are, minding our own business, and there they are, making up books, shows, even movies, pretending they know who we are."- Uncontrollable trembling now- "well, I've seen their versions of witches and wizards, and, last time I checked, we don't-er- we don't...." and then he fainted.
Two men in black robes jumped out from behind the stage and dragged him behind the curtain, as Harry rushed back on.
"Ah... well, it seems that we've misplaced our comedian, but no worries, ladies, he'll be back later on. So, then! Get ready for our next crazy contestant, Severus Snape!
(A/N- it's short, yeah, but Ron'll be back later.)