The next few weeks found them back into their regular routine of school. Potions was as unpleasant as ever, although it did seem as though Snape was laying off Harry just a bit. They knew that there must have been a reason for it, but not a soul could fathom a guess as to why that was so. One day, during the supper meal, Professor Dumbledore stood up and made an announcement.
Clearing his throat, gaining attention, he started. "As you all know, we are in a year of change, and the first thing you will see, is that we will be having a dance this Saturday, just as a sort of welcome to Hogwarts fling. We will not, however, have the pleasure of a live band, such as the Twisted Sisters at this time, instead, we will have someone who is very closely attached to this school, thanks to Professor Tonks." Theoden looked up from his plate and scowled at Dumbledore's back, only to be noticed by Harry and Professor McGonogal, who chidingly pushed his arm to make him stop, he did, and continued with his supper, as the recipient of the look continued with his speech. "At this gathering we will have what some call a Disk Jockey, a professional one at that, although I do not know where he would do his work where he lives at the moment. Nevertheless, he does well, and I believe each and every one of you will enjoy it. I encourage all of you to join in the festivities." He did not so much motion that he was done, but more of let the appreciation of being finished waft into the air, not only that he sat down too.
As a cheerful chatter rose into the hall, everyone talking about what they would wear, whom they should take as a date and such, Harry wondered who the DJ could be. He was contemplating on what Dumbledore had said, although I do not know where he would do his work where he lives at the moment. Well, where would this guy live so that he couldn't play music? Everyone has music, not just muggles, but us too.
"Are you going to go Harry?" Hermione asked, looking rather happy. "I think you should, its going to be different to not have band, don't you think?"
Harry shrugged, "I'll probably go, and yeah, I guess it will be different, although, now we're not stuck with just one band, we can get any one that we want." He turned to look at Ron, something was bothering him. "Ron, you gonna go to the dance?"
"I don't know if I'm gonna go." Ron said through a mouthful of supper.
Hermione was taken aback, "Why not? It's gonna be great, well, if the DJ is any good, but hopefully he will be." Hermione was trying to convince Ron to go, but something was eating away at him and it concerned DJ's.
Ron looked up, angry. "I'm probably not going, let's leave it at that." He looked back down at his food, and didn't eat, but more or less picked at it.
"I have it on good authority that the DJ will be great." Theoden had walked right up behind them as they were talking. "And Mr. Weasley, the reason you don't want to go, she's only following her heart, whom are we to say who she should date?" He started to walk away, but Ron caught his attention.
"But she deserves better than a git like him." Ron looked up and with his eyes dared Theoden to object to that.
All he did was shake his head in utter disbelief.