Ron, Hermione and Harry ravaged the castle looking for the expensive items
needed to please the potion. Ron was able to get some galleons from one of
his hoes, but still, there was the matter of obtaining the diamond, watch,
and cologne.
"There's no way we're going to find this stuff dude" Harry said with a
melancholy expression. "I guess I'll have to accept defeat"
"Don't talk that way, Harry."
"Why don't we throw a party!" Ron said enthusiastically.
"I think you've been breathing in those potion fumes for too long."
"No I'm serious. Remember that Room of Requirement we used for our D.A.
meetings last year? We could turn it into a club with hot records, and a
bangin' dance floor."
"I don't see how dancing will help us any" Hermione said while rolling her
eyes.
"Let me finish. We could charge 8 sickles per person. Everybody would come!
We would have plenty enough to buy the jewels and cologne then...and maybe
there will be a little left over for us," Ron said happily. Harry pondered,
while Hermione began to scoff disbelievingly. She obviously thought that
would be impossible to do.
"What are the odds of this trick working yo? Rap Master Snape's bound to
catch us."
"You need to loosen up, girlie," Ron said while shaking Hermione's
shoulders.
"You need to follow the rules."
But, despite Hermione's protests, Harry ad Ron began to discuss the party..
By the next week, the whole school had learned of Harry's defeat and they all became considerably colder towards him. Even Celestia didn't smile as Harry waved at her, and Harry overheard her whisper "I can't believe I thought he was tight." to her friend. The fiasco seemed to motivate Luna however, and she promised to inform her fellow Ravenclaws of the party. "We need a name for this dance." "Dude, Ginny, it's not a 'dance'. That sounds lame." "We still need a name fool." "How about the 'Secret Shakedown'" Neville said as he searched for his wand at the Gryffindor table. "Actually Neville, I think that's the smartest thing you've ever said" Ginny remarked while giving Neville a smile. Neville turned away, just quick enough to hide his red face. The Lion Crew dashed up to the Common Room and began making flyers (in invisible ink of course) to hand out to Hogwarts students. "Don't give these to any Slytherins. Those wack nerds screw up all the fun." Ron said. "Not to mention they'll rat us out like Wormtail himself.' The crew worked endlessly to make flyers, and finally, The Secret Shakedown was on for Christmas weekend.
By the next week, the whole school had learned of Harry's defeat and they all became considerably colder towards him. Even Celestia didn't smile as Harry waved at her, and Harry overheard her whisper "I can't believe I thought he was tight." to her friend. The fiasco seemed to motivate Luna however, and she promised to inform her fellow Ravenclaws of the party. "We need a name for this dance." "Dude, Ginny, it's not a 'dance'. That sounds lame." "We still need a name fool." "How about the 'Secret Shakedown'" Neville said as he searched for his wand at the Gryffindor table. "Actually Neville, I think that's the smartest thing you've ever said" Ginny remarked while giving Neville a smile. Neville turned away, just quick enough to hide his red face. The Lion Crew dashed up to the Common Room and began making flyers (in invisible ink of course) to hand out to Hogwarts students. "Don't give these to any Slytherins. Those wack nerds screw up all the fun." Ron said. "Not to mention they'll rat us out like Wormtail himself.' The crew worked endlessly to make flyers, and finally, The Secret Shakedown was on for Christmas weekend.