Chapter 27
Saturday morning arrived and with it, an extremely high level of anticipation. That morning at breakfast, Bita left the Hufflepuff table to sit with Rachelle and Tiffany.
"Jonny's excited about the dance," Bita informed them.
"Mmhmm…is Jonny a good dancer?" Tiffany asked absent-mindedly, reading a book that she had lying open next to her plate.
"HE DOESN'T HAVE LEGS!" said Bita, sounding highly offended. "But that's ok!" she added, taking Jonny out of her robes and snuggling him.
Tiffany looked up from her book and whispered to Rachelle, "Think what it would be like if he was actually REAL."
"She would die," said Rachelle.
"Yeah, probably," Tiffany agreed, turning back to her book.
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Rachelle and Tiffany spent most of the day in the common room, doing the homework their teachers had evilly assigned the day before.
In fact, they spent so much of the day in the common room that they were completely taken aback when Tiffany glanced at the clock and saw that it was time for dinner.
"How could we have skipped lunch?" Tiffany asked as they put their books and work in their bags.
"I have no idea, but I'm REALLY hungry," said Rachelle as they climbed through the portrait hole.
"So am I," said Tiffany.
The two Odds finally arrived at the Great Hall and found Bita sitting at the Gryffindor table with Jonny propped against her goblet.
"Jonny was beginning to worry about you," she told them as they sat on either side of her.
"Well…tell Jonny…thanks for his concern," said Tiffany.
"Ok!" said Bita, and she whispered something to Jonny.
"So, Bita, you said that Jonny was excited about tonight…are you?" Tiffany asked her after a while.
"Yes!"
"What are you going to do since…you can't dance with him?"
"Well first, me and Jonny are going to get a couple of lemonades and talk as we drink them. Then, we're going to get MORE lemonade and talk some more as we drink those."
"What about after you're full of lemonade?"
"Then…wait…WE'LL NEVER BE FULL OF LEMONADE! HOW DARE YOU IMPLY THAT??" Bita asked angrily.
"Sorry…well…what if they don't have lemonade?"
"Then we're going to leave," said Bita firmly.
"Yeah, that's a good idea," said Tiffany. She got sick of talking to Bita, so she turned to Rachelle.
"Do you remember what time the dance starts?" she asked.
"Uh…no," said Rachelle.
"Ugh…oh well, I guess we can just wait in the Entrance Hall until – AHHHHH!!!!!"
Tiffany stopped in the middle of her sentence as something hit the back of her head, making her scalp tingle. She wondered for a few seconds what had happened until Rachelle looked at her, her eyes widening.
"Um…your hair…" she began.
"What? What happened to it?"
"It's…well…" Rachelle reached across Bita and held her goblet up to Tiffany's face so she could see what had happened.
Tiffany stared at her reflection without speaking for a few moments.
"Did you see who cast the spell?" she asked finally.
"I think it was that girl over there…at the Ravenclaw table…" Rachelle pointed to a young-looking girl whose jaw was dropped and who looked very shocked.
"I'll be right back," said Tiffany, and she got up from the table and headed towards the girl.
When Tiffany had come level with the girl, she smiled at her.
"I'M SO SORRY! I was…trying to…" said the girl worriedly.
"No, really, it's ok! I like it like this! I came over here to thank you," said Tiffany.
The girl looked very relieved and said, "Yeah, it does look nice…"
Tiffany smiled wider and went back to the Gryffindor table. When she was once again seated in front of her plate, she admired her new hair color in her own goblet.
Her hair, normally dark brown, was now a nice shade of blackish-blue.