You know, writing the dance is going to be soooo much fun...

IN THE MEAN TIME

Tell me what you think so far. Critisize anything that needs critisizing. Here are some questions you should answer in your review:

Is the plot bumpy?

Are the real characters from the series in character?

Is it too fluffy? Is there not enough fluff?

Are the OCs marysues?

And, of course, DO YOU LIKE IT SO FAR??

Oh, and, Princesslilly818181, The Odds are interested in you contacting them, if you want. Tiffany's e-mail address is the one on my profile (I would have put it in here, but since HYPERLINKS DON'T WORK, I just put it as my own). You don't have to e-mail them, only if you want to. :-)

Chapter 28

An hour later, Rachelle and Tiffany were in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory and had finished getting ready; Rachelle was currently trying to drag Tiffany away from her mirror, where she was continuing to admire her hair that was now so black, it shined blue.

"Come on!" Rachelle urged. "We're supposed to go the entrance hall now since we don't know what time the dance starts, remember?"

"Fine!" said Tiffany, sighing, and she stood and followed Rachelle out of the door, through the common room, out of the portrait hole, and downstairs to the entrance hall.

When they reached the entrance hall, they found it empty except for Bita, who was squeezing Jonny very tightly.

"Hi Bita!" said Rachelle, waving enthusiastically at her friend.

"HI!" said Bita, waving back.

"I like your outfit, Bita," said Tiffany. Bita was wearing a red and black striped shirt and black jeans.

"IT DOESN'T HAVE YELLOW ON IT!" said Bita sadly.

"Yeah…how tragic…so, has anyone else come yet?" Tiffany asked.

"No. Just me, Jonny, and you guys," said Bita, staring fondly down at Jonny.

"Oh…well, I guess we can just stand here and – what are you doing?" Tiffany interrupted herself; Rachelle was suddenly running in circles around Tiffany, Bita, and Jonny.

"Waiting for Bobbbbbbbbbbb," she said.

"Is he not here yet?" Tiffany asked.

"No…wait, here he is! HI BOB! HI JOSEPHINE!" Rachelle said, waving happily at the staircase.

"HI BOB! HI JOSEPHINE!" chorused Bita and Tiffany, also waving at the staircase.

After Bob and Josephine had reached the bottom of the staircase, Rachelle moved over to them and pushed Bob toward Bita and Tiffany. She then picked up Josephine, walked back over to Bita and Tiffany, and dropped Josephine at their feet.

The six waited impatiently for more people to join them in the entrance hall, and about an hour after Rachelle and Tiffany first arrived, their wish was granted.

Small groups of people emerged from the corridors, went down the staircase, and entered the Great Hall.

"Let's go in," said Tiffany, and she led her friends into the Great Hall.

The Great Hall had undergone dramatic changes. All of the house tables had been removed, as well as the staff table, and they were replaced by a few small tables near what was apparently a self-serve drink counter at the back of the Great Hall; there were Christmas trees scattered around the edge, near the walls, decorated quite nicely; stars floated high over their heads and provided dim light instead of the usual candles; magical sparkles floated in midair everywhere, but didn't get in anyone's hair, eyes, or cause any other annoying discomfort. The latter made everything brighter and shinier than the stars alone.

"Wow," said Rachelle after they had time to take it all in, and that about summed up the overall effect.

"Yeah…" said Tiffany.

"JONNY REALLY LIKES IT!" said Bita ecstatically.

"Rachelle, there's Matt…" said Tiffany, pointing to the entrance of the Great Hall.

Matt walked over to the friends, while staring around at the fantastic decorations.

"Hey, Rachelle," he said as he reached them.

"Hi," said Rachelle, waving at him unnecessarily.

"Jonny says hi!" Bita informed Matt.

"Hi, Jonny…" Matt said uncertainly, looking around.

Bita waved Jonny in Matt's face.

"Oh…hi Jonny," Matt said again, this time looking at the stuffed lemon.

"Do you wanna get a table?" Tiffany asked, pointing to the tables near the self-serve drink counter.

"Ok," said Rachelle, and the group walked over to the tables, picked one out, and sat.

More people entered the Great Hall, all sharing gasps of delight.

"Hey, there's Harry, Ron, and Hermione," Rachelle said, pointing at the trio walking in.

The trio admired the decorations, spotted Rachelle, Bita, Tiffany, and Matt, and made their way toward them. When they were halfway across the Great Hall, music began to play…The dance had begun.