The Halloween ball grew closer and closer but so far the only one
that had managed to hook up with someone was Sam. By mid morning she had
managed to make sure that ALL of the gang knew about her new date.
It turned out she had gotten asked by a 7th year named Patrick. Most of the guys could care less if he was alive or dead. Mostly due to the fact that he was a total git. At least that's what the male half thought about him.
Paul for example was still thinking and plotting of one hundred and one ways to get rid of him. One of them included something about fuzzy pink spider.
By now it was charms class. Paul, Tim, Harry and Ron sat on one side while Christilynn, Nikki and Hermione sat opposite the guys. Tim could have sworn that he had heard the girls discussing something about Malfoy and a red raincoat, but thought the better of it and ignored the conversation.
"That's it !!" shouted Ron I can't take this any more. "I just can't get this to work" Ron was still attempting to extinguish the flames on his side of the desk. However he was failing miserably.
"Let me give that a try" said Neville. "Extinguisha igniosa!" as Nevile was reciting the incantation, everyone's eyes widened. Blue smoke erupted from the tip of Neville's wand.every person within 5 meters of Neville's wand saw their life flash before their eyes. The girls of course found it hysterical that the charm had achieved nothing more then singe off Ron's eyebrows as well as light up Paul's fuzzy hair to a beautiful bright green poof of flame.
"Right then .ok class I would like you to work on these charms over vacation and please do be careful. Good day to you all and have a great time at the ball. Tim was daydreaming, imagining professor Flitwick dancing with professor McGonigal. the thought of his small legs dancing in the air put a smile on Ron's face.
"Here let me give it a try" said Ron mocking Neville. After a quick trip to the infirmary. "Uh! I swear sometimes I can't stand that kid!"
"Be nice" said Nikki.he was only trying to help.", this was a very interesting statement coming from the princess of darkness and absolute despair.
Lunchtime finally came around as the school filed into the great hall. The mammoth wooden door creaked open to reveal the great hall with its beautiful festive decorations. Carved pumpkins were hovering overhead, not yet lit, and skeletons waved to the passing school children.
The Patrick boy was walking, ever so gracefully.according to Sam, along the Gryfindor tables towards Samantha and the rest of the gang who had just sit down to the wonderful foods in front of them.
"Hoy! Look! Here come that Patrick git now. I honestly don't know what you see in him Sam, why, he's nothing but a low down, dirty, son of a b..SMACK!! Sam had managed to slap Ron so hard that there was a white-hot handprint of Sam on his face surrounded by a vivid red outline, with a purple boarder to match. Once the room stopped spinning Ron looked up to see the face of Patrick, smiling slightly at Ron's new facial print.
"Hello sweetie." said Pat romantically.
Sam began to turn the most flush shade of red imaginable. What's amazing is the fact that Sam had very little color to her face to begin with.but that changed very quickly.
"Oh.hello pat..what brings you here?" replied Sam in her most innocent and sweet voice.
"For goodness sakes." said Paul under his breath.
"How long to you think it will be before she's able to look him in the eyes without turning into a cherry?" chuckled Tim.
"What do you think Harry?"
But Harry was preoccupied on setting the next D.A. meeting. They had come so far since the professor Umbridge catastrophe, Neville especially. Harry hoped that they would begin the patronus spell next meeting.
"Hello there..Harry.." said an outside voice. Harry looked up to see the tall slim outline of Patrick looking down at him.
"Oh.its you pat..um hi." said Harry in somewhat to a question.
With Sam's encouragement and a jab to the ribs, Harry found himself in a detailed conversation with Patrick about the up coming quidich season. And it was true. there was one player that was worse then Ron.
It turned out she had gotten asked by a 7th year named Patrick. Most of the guys could care less if he was alive or dead. Mostly due to the fact that he was a total git. At least that's what the male half thought about him.
Paul for example was still thinking and plotting of one hundred and one ways to get rid of him. One of them included something about fuzzy pink spider.
By now it was charms class. Paul, Tim, Harry and Ron sat on one side while Christilynn, Nikki and Hermione sat opposite the guys. Tim could have sworn that he had heard the girls discussing something about Malfoy and a red raincoat, but thought the better of it and ignored the conversation.
"That's it !!" shouted Ron I can't take this any more. "I just can't get this to work" Ron was still attempting to extinguish the flames on his side of the desk. However he was failing miserably.
"Let me give that a try" said Neville. "Extinguisha igniosa!" as Nevile was reciting the incantation, everyone's eyes widened. Blue smoke erupted from the tip of Neville's wand.every person within 5 meters of Neville's wand saw their life flash before their eyes. The girls of course found it hysterical that the charm had achieved nothing more then singe off Ron's eyebrows as well as light up Paul's fuzzy hair to a beautiful bright green poof of flame.
"Right then .ok class I would like you to work on these charms over vacation and please do be careful. Good day to you all and have a great time at the ball. Tim was daydreaming, imagining professor Flitwick dancing with professor McGonigal. the thought of his small legs dancing in the air put a smile on Ron's face.
"Here let me give it a try" said Ron mocking Neville. After a quick trip to the infirmary. "Uh! I swear sometimes I can't stand that kid!"
"Be nice" said Nikki.he was only trying to help.", this was a very interesting statement coming from the princess of darkness and absolute despair.
Lunchtime finally came around as the school filed into the great hall. The mammoth wooden door creaked open to reveal the great hall with its beautiful festive decorations. Carved pumpkins were hovering overhead, not yet lit, and skeletons waved to the passing school children.
The Patrick boy was walking, ever so gracefully.according to Sam, along the Gryfindor tables towards Samantha and the rest of the gang who had just sit down to the wonderful foods in front of them.
"Hoy! Look! Here come that Patrick git now. I honestly don't know what you see in him Sam, why, he's nothing but a low down, dirty, son of a b..SMACK!! Sam had managed to slap Ron so hard that there was a white-hot handprint of Sam on his face surrounded by a vivid red outline, with a purple boarder to match. Once the room stopped spinning Ron looked up to see the face of Patrick, smiling slightly at Ron's new facial print.
"Hello sweetie." said Pat romantically.
Sam began to turn the most flush shade of red imaginable. What's amazing is the fact that Sam had very little color to her face to begin with.but that changed very quickly.
"Oh.hello pat..what brings you here?" replied Sam in her most innocent and sweet voice.
"For goodness sakes." said Paul under his breath.
"How long to you think it will be before she's able to look him in the eyes without turning into a cherry?" chuckled Tim.
"What do you think Harry?"
But Harry was preoccupied on setting the next D.A. meeting. They had come so far since the professor Umbridge catastrophe, Neville especially. Harry hoped that they would begin the patronus spell next meeting.
"Hello there..Harry.." said an outside voice. Harry looked up to see the tall slim outline of Patrick looking down at him.
"Oh.its you pat..um hi." said Harry in somewhat to a question.
With Sam's encouragement and a jab to the ribs, Harry found himself in a detailed conversation with Patrick about the up coming quidich season. And it was true. there was one player that was worse then Ron.