I love reviews! All you happy people out there say thank you to LizTurnerMagic() for reviewing. I'm only starting to write this because of her lovely review. And by the way, I don't think I've ever actually heard a Good Charlotte song. I know, it's sad, but too bad for me. Anyway, there's probably going to be a lot of Gilbert and Sullivan in this one, cause I just saw Pirates of Penzance, which was SO funny. Also, thanks to Suuki-Aldrea, SiriusSweetie, and pIPPINpIRATE for leaving wonderfully friendly reviews just after I wrote the beginning of this chapter. You helped me finish it. I feel so loved. Anyway, one with the show!

It was the 27th of September, and Elizabeth, Arwen, and Hermione were in the Gryffindor dorms doing make up and hair. Elizabeth didn't like the idea of make up, but since Arwen had discovered it she couldn't be convinced to stop wearing it. There was even a rumor going around that she slept with it one she loved it so much. Hermione was dressed simply in a strapless lilac dress. It was made from a soft, shiny material that waved as she walked. She had the minimal amount of make-up on, just enough to highlight her features. Arwen, having discovered skimpy tops and mini-skirts at the same time as make-up, was wearing a jean mini-skirt and a skimpy top similar to that of Jules from Bend it Like Beckham in the scene when they go clubbing. Wait, I forgot, that's not a shirt, it's a piece of cloth! Anyway, she had more eye-makeup than Jack Sparrow, and her earrings were huge, red plastic hoops. Elizabeth was somewhere in the middle, with a black and white patterned skirt of a light material. It was cut unevenly and twirled wonderfully. She had a plain, tight-fitting black tee shirt on.

The three made their way into the Gryffindor common room, where they met their dates. Elizabeth was going with Harry; Arwen with Ron and Hermione was going alone. Jack had asked her before he was forbidden to go, and she wouldn't accept any other offers. Legolas had been swamped by girls throwing themselves at his feet, but he had finally asked Cho. Harry had gotten over her long ago, finally realizing how shallow she was. Aragorn wasn't going with anyone; he didn't want to die just yet. Even if Arwen was going with someone else, he wasn't allowed to date for a long time. Gimli had been unable to secure a date, but he had hinted he might be meeting up with someone. Will had been invited too, but wasn't being asked to perform as Dumbledore was starting to worry about his mental health.

The group made their way downstairs and into the great hall. Hermione instantly began searching the crowd, and it seemed she soon found who or what she was looking for.

"I'll be back in a minute," she told them hurriedly, then made her way through the swarms of people.

"Okay then," Harry commented. Ernie Macmillan (I'm not sure how to spell that) and about twelve other Hufflepuffs were singing "I'm the Very Model of a Modern Major General" from Gilbert and Sullivan's "Pirates of Penzance" Ernie was singing the part of Major General Stanley, and doing a relatively good job, but looking extremely pompous, as were the rest of the act. The song came to tumultuous ending. Harry smiled at Elizabeth and made his way onto the stage. Cheers erupted, and people got ready to dance. Rumors (always started by yours truly Jack) said that Harry was singing a song good for dancing. He picked up the guitar standing in the corner of stage and took a deep breath, stepping up to the mike.

"Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you," he began.

"Cause falling in love just makes me blue. Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see. I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me. And I hope that I don't fall in love with. Now the night does funny things inside a man, these old tomcat feelings you don't understand. I turn around and look at you, you light a cigarette, I wish I had the guts to bomb one, but we've never met. And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. I can see that you are lonesome just like me. And it being late you'd like some company. Well I've had two, I look at, and you look back at me. The guy you're with is up and split, the chair next to you's free. And I hope that you don't fall in love with me. Now it's closing time, the music's fading out. Last call for drinks I had another stout. I turn and look at you, you're nowhere to be found. I search the place for your lost face, and have another round. And I think that I just fell in love with you."

The audience erupted in cheers, and Harry smiled, making his way off the stage and towards Elizabeth. They disappeared into the crowd, and weren't seen for a long time. Thankfully. Actually, I was getting quite sick of Harry, weren't you?

The next performer was Gimli. Everyone was slightly dubious about his performance, because every time Jack had mentioned him, he had done it with a grimace. It was generally thought that Gimli's performance might be a tad too graphic for some of the younger students, so prefects were whispering to their houses to "be ready to shield your eyes at any moment".

The dwarf sauntered onto the stage and took the mic. His costume was interesting, featuring a bikini top over his armor. The lights dimmed, and Gimli closed his eyes.

"I think I did it again" at this, some of the younger female students looked up, and started dancing, looking remarkably like they had been practicing by watching Britney Spears music videos for just such an occasion.
"I made you believe we're more than just friends" suddenly, Gimli started dancing too. Except that it didn't look like he had practiced. It looked like he had made up what he was dancing. And what he was dancing looked like a strip tease.
"Oh baby
It might seem like a crush
But it doesn't mean that I'm serious
'Cause to lose all my senses
That is just so typically me
Oh baby, baby" The crowd began booing, some screaming at the horror of watching Gimli. The girls who had been dancing had stopped when they saw Gimli, and one of them was now vomiting.

"Thank you, Gimli!" Dumbledore's voice came over the din as the music and flashing lights stopped. "But I don't think that song is entirely age appropriate,"

"Sorry professor," Gimli muttered, and slunk off the stage.

Ok, I'm ending this chapter here, but there should be an update soon. I'm on summer vacation (oh yeah, oh yeah,) so I've got a lot of extra time, and I got lots of reviews for the last chapter. Do you like me describing specific acts? Or do you want me to skip it all and just go to a few of the highlights? Let me know! I want to hear your comments!