A/N: HAH! Erm...
I don't own, btw
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FEBRUARY SECOND, SATURDAY; A WHILE AFTER BREAKFAST; HOGSMEADE
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Had Our Heroine not been so optimistic about the situation, she would have laughed at the fact that every girl as young as twelve and as old as eighteen turned up.
"Order, Order!" called a girl with longish orange-red hair. "Now! We have called this meeting due to the Valentines Day Dance!" she paused, then hefted herself up onto the fence surrounding the Shrieking Shack, looking very much like a Queen speaking to her troops before they go off to fight a hopeless battle.
"First off, we all share the same interest: an infatuation with Professor Lupin!"
There was some murmuring at this, and Hermione crouched down, hiding her face to muffle her giggles. How melodramatic could this get?
"Here is a piece of information that may be of interest to you: On Monday night, at dinner, Professor Dumbly will make an important announcement!" she took a deep breath, "all teachers are required to attend the dance!"
Everybody stared at her.
"We already know that!" somebody said finally, and Our Heroine used almost all of her willpower to not laugh.
"I WASN'T FINISHED!" the Queen-directing-her-troops girl cried. "AS I WAS SAYING, each teacher has to go with a STUDENT!"
There was a very long silence while this sunk in.
"You mean, the teachers have to attend the dance... with a student as a date?" a third year ventured finally.
"Yes!" came the triumphant reply. "Either students can ask the teacher out or the teacher can ask the student out, but that's that!"
There was a very long outburst at this.
Hermione saw where it was going immediately.
"So," she said, raising her voice above all others, "I understand the whole lot here is going to want to go for Professor Lupin, and you called us all here to make sure there aren't any bloody fights?"
"EXACTLY!" the girl cried. "It's a contest, to see who can win His heart!"
Another loud round of voices.
About an hour of shouting at each other later, all the females came to an agreement - and the contest ensued. Here were the rules: 1) no student can ask Professor Lupin out, he must ask the student. 2) There was NO kissing on Professor Lupin ((at least, not on the mouth. Wink, wink.)). And 3) if for any reason there is a justifiable misunderstanding about something, there would be No fights; only fair-played duels.
Hermione met Harry and Ron for some butterbeer yet another hour after THAT, completely mystified.
Both boys howled with laughter when she told them what 'the meeting' had been about, and all three agreed that they felt very sorry for their Defense teacher.
I don't own, btw
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FEBRUARY SECOND, SATURDAY; A WHILE AFTER BREAKFAST; HOGSMEADE
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.
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Had Our Heroine not been so optimistic about the situation, she would have laughed at the fact that every girl as young as twelve and as old as eighteen turned up.
"Order, Order!" called a girl with longish orange-red hair. "Now! We have called this meeting due to the Valentines Day Dance!" she paused, then hefted herself up onto the fence surrounding the Shrieking Shack, looking very much like a Queen speaking to her troops before they go off to fight a hopeless battle.
"First off, we all share the same interest: an infatuation with Professor Lupin!"
There was some murmuring at this, and Hermione crouched down, hiding her face to muffle her giggles. How melodramatic could this get?
"Here is a piece of information that may be of interest to you: On Monday night, at dinner, Professor Dumbly will make an important announcement!" she took a deep breath, "all teachers are required to attend the dance!"
Everybody stared at her.
"We already know that!" somebody said finally, and Our Heroine used almost all of her willpower to not laugh.
"I WASN'T FINISHED!" the Queen-directing-her-troops girl cried. "AS I WAS SAYING, each teacher has to go with a STUDENT!"
There was a very long silence while this sunk in.
"You mean, the teachers have to attend the dance... with a student as a date?" a third year ventured finally.
"Yes!" came the triumphant reply. "Either students can ask the teacher out or the teacher can ask the student out, but that's that!"
There was a very long outburst at this.
Hermione saw where it was going immediately.
"So," she said, raising her voice above all others, "I understand the whole lot here is going to want to go for Professor Lupin, and you called us all here to make sure there aren't any bloody fights?"
"EXACTLY!" the girl cried. "It's a contest, to see who can win His heart!"
Another loud round of voices.
About an hour of shouting at each other later, all the females came to an agreement - and the contest ensued. Here were the rules: 1) no student can ask Professor Lupin out, he must ask the student. 2) There was NO kissing on Professor Lupin ((at least, not on the mouth. Wink, wink.)). And 3) if for any reason there is a justifiable misunderstanding about something, there would be No fights; only fair-played duels.
Hermione met Harry and Ron for some butterbeer yet another hour after THAT, completely mystified.
Both boys howled with laughter when she told them what 'the meeting' had been about, and all three agreed that they felt very sorry for their Defense teacher.
