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Chapter Ten:: A Special Announcement
When Kit next opened her eyes, she was propped comfortably against three pillows and Madame Pomfrey was fluttering about the infirmary, tucking this or tilting that, scooching this over here a bit and refolding that just so, all the while clucking aimlessly to herself. When she turned to find Kit's eyes wide open, she became the next object of which to fuss over.
"You're certainly a lucky girl, having that handsome young boy drop in to see you every day. And all those people are always complaining about his horrid reputation! Every week, it's a new web of terror about him."
So it wasn't just another dream! Kit could feel her ears flame at the thought of how she'd snuggled - SNUGGLED - up to him. Ugh.
"Poor young man," Madame Pomfrey continued with a sigh, "He's never figured out how to live the way a normal child should." For a moment, the school nurse stared off to space. Her gaze traveled over the clock and she snapped out of her reverie.
"Goodness, child, listen to me! Here I am rambling on when you should be getting ready for dinner! I trust your headache is gone?" She asked as she surveyed Kit with a critical eye. Kit started. She had completely forgotten she had had a massive headache to begin with.
Touching her scalp gently, she nodded.
"Good." Proclaimed a seemingly satisfied Madame Pomfrey. "Now, if you feel any pain at all, don't hesitate to come on back. Now, hurry up and change into your robes, Dumbledore insists that he has an important announcement to make at dinner. Though what could possibly be so important as to pull students out of bed from the infirmary, I'll never know." She muttered agitatedly.
She drew the curtains around Kit's bed for privacy before bustling off to query after a potion from Professor Snape.
Suddenly, as she was shaking out her shirt, the curtains flew apart to reveal a flushed Harry.
"Kit!" He gasped out obliviously, "We heard you were getting out today -" He stopped talking as soon as his mind registered the scantily clad teenage girl, whose feminity could hardly be doubted from such a view.
In an instant, his already red face turned the color of a particularly bad sunburn.
"S-sorry." He choked out, squinching his eyes shut. (oh his virgin eyes! He could hardly stand seeing so much pure white flesh... heheh...poor Harry...)
"Harry Potter! Close those curtains immediately!" Hermione shrieked as she came up behind him. Poor Harry did so, carefully avoiding looking back in Kit's direction. (He may've been in shock... fully clothed, Kit's a looker, so what could you say when she's in her underwear?)
"H- Hermione?" Ron huffed up behind her and stopped, panting. He craned his neck at a painful angle, trying to look behind the drape.
"Why - why's Harry so red? What's behind the curtain?"
It whipped open again, this time revealing a fully clothed, red-eared Kit. She and Harry determinedly avoided eye contact. Ron, oblivious as usual, rushed over to Kit and swung her around, setting her down gently. His face instantly reddened, matching Harry's, not quite sure why he had done that.
"Well, we'd better get going to dinner. Dumbledore's got some big secret announcement he's going to reveal tonight." A chuckling Hermione managed.
"So I've heard." Kit murmured. Hermione smiled.
"Anyhow, Hannah asked us to be your welcoming committee - she says sorry she couldn't be here just now, but Professor Sprout called her aside for something. She'll be there for dinner, anyway." she added with a shrug. "So, let's get going!"
Kit laughed at her impatience and followed willingly in her wake down the stairs.
"Uh, Kit?" Harry's uncomfortable voice came from behind her. She looked over her shoulder at the still tomato red Harry.
"Yeah?" She asked, trying to sound casual. It was a lost cause as her ears flamed again.
"Er - I - sorry. I - I didn't think - uh, sorry." He stammered slightly.
In an attempt to rid the air of the awkwardness, she raised her chin slightly, patted his head and said regally,
"Not to worry, dear boy. All is forgiven," she pantomimed vanishing into thin air, "and forgotten." Her actions had the desired effect as Harry smirked at her performance before dramatically dropping to one knee and kissing the edge of her robes.
"I'm not worthy, your Ladyship!" He groveled. Kit sniggered.
"I know."
The two glanced at each other and choked on the laughter bubbling up inside them. Kit let out a snort and that was the end. By the time they reached the entrance of the Great Hall, they needed to stop to catch their breath. Unfortunately, the made the mistake of looking at each other again.
Not completely sure about what was so hi-larious, the two stumbled into the Hall and went their separate ways, Harry steadfastly ignoring Ron's pestering on what, exactly was so funny. Every now and then, he sent a grin over to her, which she returned until Hannah ran into the Hall.
Rushing over to her, she hugged her friend before bursting out,
"Ohmigosh, Kit, you got out of the infirmary just on time! Unfortunately, you got out early enough to join the Slytherins after this weekend." She pouted. "You just had to sleep through your last three days with us, didn't you?" With a sigh, she let out a "Poor you" before sitting down.
"Yeah," Kit agreed, staring at the Slytherin table distastefully, "Poor me."
Rousing herself, she turned her gaze back to Hannah.
"I doubt it will matter too much. Anyway, this is the perfect time for you to tell me what, exactly, my timing is perfect for." Hannah's eyes gleamed.
"Uh huh. Dumbledore's about to make a speech and - purely by accident - I happen to know what it's about."
"What?" Kit asked suspiciously. Hannah grinned.
"Shh, just wait."
At that moment, Dumbledore stood and waved his hands for everyone's attention.
"Houses of Hogwarts, I wish you all an early happy Christmas. As many of you know, the year before last our school held a Yule Ball in the company of Wizarding schools Durmstrang and Beaux Batons. My personal belief was that, all in all, this event was considerably enjoyable. I had wanted to have another go the next year, but things got a bit hectic what with Voldemort's return."
A few students tittered nervously at this understatement while the rest of the room cringed at the name.
"This year, thank goodness, has been less chaotic than the last - nearly to the point of dull, in fact. So, in order to liven things up a bit in light of the holidays, I propose a second annual Yule Tide Ball."
The room instantly filled with shrieks and yells and the general commotion of students talking over each other until Professor Dumbledore clapped for silence.
"It will be held on the 24th of December and this time," he added, blue eyes twinkling in the direction of the dejected looking 2nd and 3rd years, "It will be open to all students." An excited gasp rose from those who had previously remained silent during Dumbledore's announcement.
"But," he said, raising his voice slightly, "there is a catch."
This announcement was met by a collective groan.
"*Everyone* is to have a partner to go with. And he or she must be from a house besides your own. You have a week to find your partner, and if you have been unable to do so in the appointed time, approach Professor Snape and give him your name and house."
More grumbling met this statement except from those already friendly with those of the opposite sex and opposing Houses.
"One more thing is yet to be said." Professor Dumbledore continued, periwinkle eyes sparkling merrily. "Just to make things a bit more... interesting. I know this sudden announcement may've caught many of you off guard. Those of you who are already in possession of dress robes sadly don't have much of an advantage, seeing as the theme this year is Muggle Balls. To solve this predicament, I have asked Madame Malkin to temporarily move her shop to Hogsmeade. She has most graciously obliged and once everyone has attained a partner, the school will take the day into Hogsmeade to find the appropriate muggle - or as close to muggle as possible - formal wear, traveling along with their partner - who will choose the other's attire." He concluded mischievously. The room was once again mixed with gasps of horror and delight. Professor Dumbledore had certainly planned everything out.
"Now," he continued jovially, "That is all I have to say on this matter. If there are any questions, excuses or valid reasons you have not to attend, feel free to approach one of the teachers or myself. That is all. Now, onto dinner!"
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Chapter Ten:: A Special Announcement
When Kit next opened her eyes, she was propped comfortably against three pillows and Madame Pomfrey was fluttering about the infirmary, tucking this or tilting that, scooching this over here a bit and refolding that just so, all the while clucking aimlessly to herself. When she turned to find Kit's eyes wide open, she became the next object of which to fuss over.
"You're certainly a lucky girl, having that handsome young boy drop in to see you every day. And all those people are always complaining about his horrid reputation! Every week, it's a new web of terror about him."
So it wasn't just another dream! Kit could feel her ears flame at the thought of how she'd snuggled - SNUGGLED - up to him. Ugh.
"Poor young man," Madame Pomfrey continued with a sigh, "He's never figured out how to live the way a normal child should." For a moment, the school nurse stared off to space. Her gaze traveled over the clock and she snapped out of her reverie.
"Goodness, child, listen to me! Here I am rambling on when you should be getting ready for dinner! I trust your headache is gone?" She asked as she surveyed Kit with a critical eye. Kit started. She had completely forgotten she had had a massive headache to begin with.
Touching her scalp gently, she nodded.
"Good." Proclaimed a seemingly satisfied Madame Pomfrey. "Now, if you feel any pain at all, don't hesitate to come on back. Now, hurry up and change into your robes, Dumbledore insists that he has an important announcement to make at dinner. Though what could possibly be so important as to pull students out of bed from the infirmary, I'll never know." She muttered agitatedly.
She drew the curtains around Kit's bed for privacy before bustling off to query after a potion from Professor Snape.
Suddenly, as she was shaking out her shirt, the curtains flew apart to reveal a flushed Harry.
"Kit!" He gasped out obliviously, "We heard you were getting out today -" He stopped talking as soon as his mind registered the scantily clad teenage girl, whose feminity could hardly be doubted from such a view.
In an instant, his already red face turned the color of a particularly bad sunburn.
"S-sorry." He choked out, squinching his eyes shut. (oh his virgin eyes! He could hardly stand seeing so much pure white flesh... heheh...poor Harry...)
"Harry Potter! Close those curtains immediately!" Hermione shrieked as she came up behind him. Poor Harry did so, carefully avoiding looking back in Kit's direction. (He may've been in shock... fully clothed, Kit's a looker, so what could you say when she's in her underwear?)
"H- Hermione?" Ron huffed up behind her and stopped, panting. He craned his neck at a painful angle, trying to look behind the drape.
"Why - why's Harry so red? What's behind the curtain?"
It whipped open again, this time revealing a fully clothed, red-eared Kit. She and Harry determinedly avoided eye contact. Ron, oblivious as usual, rushed over to Kit and swung her around, setting her down gently. His face instantly reddened, matching Harry's, not quite sure why he had done that.
"Well, we'd better get going to dinner. Dumbledore's got some big secret announcement he's going to reveal tonight." A chuckling Hermione managed.
"So I've heard." Kit murmured. Hermione smiled.
"Anyhow, Hannah asked us to be your welcoming committee - she says sorry she couldn't be here just now, but Professor Sprout called her aside for something. She'll be there for dinner, anyway." she added with a shrug. "So, let's get going!"
Kit laughed at her impatience and followed willingly in her wake down the stairs.
"Uh, Kit?" Harry's uncomfortable voice came from behind her. She looked over her shoulder at the still tomato red Harry.
"Yeah?" She asked, trying to sound casual. It was a lost cause as her ears flamed again.
"Er - I - sorry. I - I didn't think - uh, sorry." He stammered slightly.
In an attempt to rid the air of the awkwardness, she raised her chin slightly, patted his head and said regally,
"Not to worry, dear boy. All is forgiven," she pantomimed vanishing into thin air, "and forgotten." Her actions had the desired effect as Harry smirked at her performance before dramatically dropping to one knee and kissing the edge of her robes.
"I'm not worthy, your Ladyship!" He groveled. Kit sniggered.
"I know."
The two glanced at each other and choked on the laughter bubbling up inside them. Kit let out a snort and that was the end. By the time they reached the entrance of the Great Hall, they needed to stop to catch their breath. Unfortunately, the made the mistake of looking at each other again.
Not completely sure about what was so hi-larious, the two stumbled into the Hall and went their separate ways, Harry steadfastly ignoring Ron's pestering on what, exactly was so funny. Every now and then, he sent a grin over to her, which she returned until Hannah ran into the Hall.
Rushing over to her, she hugged her friend before bursting out,
"Ohmigosh, Kit, you got out of the infirmary just on time! Unfortunately, you got out early enough to join the Slytherins after this weekend." She pouted. "You just had to sleep through your last three days with us, didn't you?" With a sigh, she let out a "Poor you" before sitting down.
"Yeah," Kit agreed, staring at the Slytherin table distastefully, "Poor me."
Rousing herself, she turned her gaze back to Hannah.
"I doubt it will matter too much. Anyway, this is the perfect time for you to tell me what, exactly, my timing is perfect for." Hannah's eyes gleamed.
"Uh huh. Dumbledore's about to make a speech and - purely by accident - I happen to know what it's about."
"What?" Kit asked suspiciously. Hannah grinned.
"Shh, just wait."
At that moment, Dumbledore stood and waved his hands for everyone's attention.
"Houses of Hogwarts, I wish you all an early happy Christmas. As many of you know, the year before last our school held a Yule Ball in the company of Wizarding schools Durmstrang and Beaux Batons. My personal belief was that, all in all, this event was considerably enjoyable. I had wanted to have another go the next year, but things got a bit hectic what with Voldemort's return."
A few students tittered nervously at this understatement while the rest of the room cringed at the name.
"This year, thank goodness, has been less chaotic than the last - nearly to the point of dull, in fact. So, in order to liven things up a bit in light of the holidays, I propose a second annual Yule Tide Ball."
The room instantly filled with shrieks and yells and the general commotion of students talking over each other until Professor Dumbledore clapped for silence.
"It will be held on the 24th of December and this time," he added, blue eyes twinkling in the direction of the dejected looking 2nd and 3rd years, "It will be open to all students." An excited gasp rose from those who had previously remained silent during Dumbledore's announcement.
"But," he said, raising his voice slightly, "there is a catch."
This announcement was met by a collective groan.
"*Everyone* is to have a partner to go with. And he or she must be from a house besides your own. You have a week to find your partner, and if you have been unable to do so in the appointed time, approach Professor Snape and give him your name and house."
More grumbling met this statement except from those already friendly with those of the opposite sex and opposing Houses.
"One more thing is yet to be said." Professor Dumbledore continued, periwinkle eyes sparkling merrily. "Just to make things a bit more... interesting. I know this sudden announcement may've caught many of you off guard. Those of you who are already in possession of dress robes sadly don't have much of an advantage, seeing as the theme this year is Muggle Balls. To solve this predicament, I have asked Madame Malkin to temporarily move her shop to Hogsmeade. She has most graciously obliged and once everyone has attained a partner, the school will take the day into Hogsmeade to find the appropriate muggle - or as close to muggle as possible - formal wear, traveling along with their partner - who will choose the other's attire." He concluded mischievously. The room was once again mixed with gasps of horror and delight. Professor Dumbledore had certainly planned everything out.
"Now," he continued jovially, "That is all I have to say on this matter. If there are any questions, excuses or valid reasons you have not to attend, feel free to approach one of the teachers or myself. That is all. Now, onto dinner!"
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(that was supposed to be a bit emotional, just so you know.)
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