Chapter Seventy-five

burgundyred said:

ok wanted to let you kno that although Flint has failed ONCE he is still much older than Draco and has LONG graduated! MISTAKE! But I bet you won't acknowledge it; you'll explain it with something stupid like "it's magic"

From chapter thirty:

"Flint," said Blaise. So it was true, Araminta saw. There was always at least one stupid Flint brother hanging around and failing all of his classes.

From chapter sixty-eight:

"Taking the field right now: Slytherin. Team Captain and Seeker Draco Malfoy is followed by Keeper David Flint, Beaters Risti and Teh Curmudgeons, Chasers Bella Black, Phil Kyriakis, and Cloie Laine...

HILARY DUFF AS ARAMINTA is PERFECT!

I think that I will have Cameron Diaz play her then, because I want someone who is nice.

Xyalon said:

Go on Schnoogle? Are you serious?

Oh, I tried it today and I guess it isn't long enough. I have to combine chapters (not long enough) or add more original material and make the chapters longer. I guess I could put in some more description. They sent me a very, very nice note saying that they were sorry.

Confidential to Libby: The plural of uterus is uteri or uteruses; either may be used. I wish I could tell you more about how Snape got pregnant, but I can't trust that you're old enough to read the NC-17 parts because you just can't tell how old people are online, you know? So, I guess I'll just have to keep those scenes on my journal. Maybe I could write a sequel telling everything from Pansy's point of view, though...anyway, I do have a hint about it coming up soon.

Azaz the Unabridged said:

I never really cared before, but I'll be lobbying against fanfic on NaNoWriMo.org next year.

? Is this a place where I could post this story that's as good as Schnoogle? I did thank the last person who gave me some links, but I don't have time to go read everybody's websites because I am a busy bee.:) Also because I have a fever.

Araminta's dress billowed around her like a red parachute as she ran down the stair toward the Great Hall. She could already see the crowd pouring in through the double doors for the pre-dance meal.

Wheezing, she got into line and adjusted her mask to cover her memorable eyes. It wouldn't do to have someone recognize her too soon! That would take all of the fun out of the whole thing.

She stopped at the door and handed over her gaudily embossed invitation. "Hmm, all seems to be in order," said a grumpy girl. "Put your name on this card." She attached a silk cord with a heavy square of parchment and a golf pencil to Araminta's wrist. "If someone wants to dance with you, they'll have to sign their name on this card. You can promise dances to people, or lie and tell them that your card is full--but that's really, really dishonest."

Araminta peered closely at the grumpy girl, who was apparently dressed as a teacher for the costume gala. She had on a turban, huge, glittery glasses, many sparkling necklaces, and a fringed shawl. She held a crystal ball in one hand. However, in spite of the ridiculous getup, Araminta knew by the girl's tone that this was Hermione.

"Score," she said to herself. One down, a few to go. "Thanks!"

Araminta walked carefully through the many round tables, looking for her seat. This was going to be so much fun--she had a dance card just like in all the books she'd read as a child, and now she had to find the table with a phoenix painted on the vase, just like the one on her seating assignment.

At last Araminta spotted the vase at a table right near the front. As she took her seat, the lights dimmed and cutlery appeared, along with a garden salad.

"Let's dig in!" she heard a voice say next to her.

On her left, Tweedle Dum was drowning his salad in ranch dressing, and on the other Tweedle Dee was examining a cherry tomato as if to discover the angle to spear it with a fork so that it would explode. Araminta opened her mind briefly--there were too many people around to read minds clearly--but she found she did not know this pair. "Who are you?"

"Gate crashers," they said together. The jesters joked with the other occupants of the table (a clown, a ghost, and a Mary Kay lady) through the veal, pasta, and chocolate mousse. Everyone finished eating at the same moment, and the tables, chairs, and dishes disappeared. This caused a moment of chaos as the partygoers picked themselves up off the floor, but all was forgiven when they heard the first blissful notes of the orchestra tuning up.

The Milky Way appeared on the ceiling (A/N the stars, not the candy bar) and a rousing dirge began to play. Most people hung back, but a few brave couples started to turn about the floor. Araminta wished she could be out there with them--she was an excellent dancer--but she had an evening of work ahead of her. She needed to find certain people and make sure that they hooked up before the dance was over. To begin her quest, she turned her feet toward the place where girls always retreat when the going gets tough: the girls' restroom.