Harry and Emma entered the common room as soon as an owl crashed into the back of Ron's head.
"Oi!" he cried, "What's this?!" everyone in the common room had a good laugh at him, then returned to their buisness. Harry and Emma saw Ron and Hermione sitting on a couch next to the fire. They took each others hands and walked over to them.
"Hey you two," said Hermione as Harry sat down in a comfy chair. Emma sat on the armrest next to him and he draped his hand around her waist. She smiled at him and took his hand.
"Who is it from Ron?" Harry asked. Ron's eyes widened as he opened the letter.
"Fred and George!" he said excitedly. "here read it someone, I wan't to open it."
"Hermione took the letter from him as Ron tore apart the package. "Dear Ron, "she began. "been a while hasn't it? we hope Mum and Dad are alright. Buisness here is honkey dorey, busy as usual. We had alot of Hogwarts students come in, you'd do well to keep an eye out." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, as you probably know, the sixth and seventh years get to go to a Holloween dance. You'll need dress robes again, and Fred and I took the liberty of buying them for you."
"Oh no..." Ron moaned, Halfway through opening the tightly wrapped package. Harry and Emma snickered at him, as Hermione cleared her throat.
"You should be grateful," she continued the letter. "We got to you before Mum did. Otherwise you might have someting with pink ruffles and bows. So, We hope you actually get a date long before the day before the dance this time. Have fun and stay sober! we'll see you soon. Fred and George." Ron's eyes widened and a huge grin erupted onto his face.
"They look good!" he said excitedly. He pulled the robes out of the packaging to show them. They were a deep burgundy velvet, trimmed with golden leaves. "Whoa!! I'm actually going to look good in these!"
Hermione smiled at him, that was something she was looking forward to. She saw a glimmer in the package. "Hold on Ron," she said, reaching for it. "There's something else in here..." She held up a mask to cover the eyes. It was covered in sparkling red material, and was trimmed with golden sequins. "Well of course, this dance is a masquerade, we've got to get masks!" Harry's eyes went wide.
"I haven't got a mask!" he said. Emma shook her head.
"Me neither..." she told them. Ron grinned, he was already outfitted. "Hold on." Emma told them. "I think I've got an idea. Pay attention in transfiguration tomorrow. I'll show you." and with a wink she headed off to the girls' dormitories.
"I think I'll turn in for the night too." Hermione said. She gave Ron a quick kiss as a 'Good night' and turned to Harry. "You know, I think we might be able to work something out, so you wont have to wear your glasses to the dance. Goodnight Harry!" and off she went.
"Bloody hell," Ron said to Harry. "What was that all about?"
"Pfft. Girls. Who knows what they're up to."
"True enough. Well, I think I'll head off to bed now, need to get my beauty rest for the ball tomorrow."
"Yeah, I think I'll do the same. Nothing worse than not getting your beauty rest before a ball, eh Ron?"
"Nope, nothing worse. G'night Harry"
"G'night Ron."
"Pfft."
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Erm. Ok, see ya in the morning."
"You bet."
"Oi!" he cried, "What's this?!" everyone in the common room had a good laugh at him, then returned to their buisness. Harry and Emma saw Ron and Hermione sitting on a couch next to the fire. They took each others hands and walked over to them.
"Hey you two," said Hermione as Harry sat down in a comfy chair. Emma sat on the armrest next to him and he draped his hand around her waist. She smiled at him and took his hand.
"Who is it from Ron?" Harry asked. Ron's eyes widened as he opened the letter.
"Fred and George!" he said excitedly. "here read it someone, I wan't to open it."
"Hermione took the letter from him as Ron tore apart the package. "Dear Ron, "she began. "been a while hasn't it? we hope Mum and Dad are alright. Buisness here is honkey dorey, busy as usual. We had alot of Hogwarts students come in, you'd do well to keep an eye out." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, as you probably know, the sixth and seventh years get to go to a Holloween dance. You'll need dress robes again, and Fred and I took the liberty of buying them for you."
"Oh no..." Ron moaned, Halfway through opening the tightly wrapped package. Harry and Emma snickered at him, as Hermione cleared her throat.
"You should be grateful," she continued the letter. "We got to you before Mum did. Otherwise you might have someting with pink ruffles and bows. So, We hope you actually get a date long before the day before the dance this time. Have fun and stay sober! we'll see you soon. Fred and George." Ron's eyes widened and a huge grin erupted onto his face.
"They look good!" he said excitedly. He pulled the robes out of the packaging to show them. They were a deep burgundy velvet, trimmed with golden leaves. "Whoa!! I'm actually going to look good in these!"
Hermione smiled at him, that was something she was looking forward to. She saw a glimmer in the package. "Hold on Ron," she said, reaching for it. "There's something else in here..." She held up a mask to cover the eyes. It was covered in sparkling red material, and was trimmed with golden sequins. "Well of course, this dance is a masquerade, we've got to get masks!" Harry's eyes went wide.
"I haven't got a mask!" he said. Emma shook her head.
"Me neither..." she told them. Ron grinned, he was already outfitted. "Hold on." Emma told them. "I think I've got an idea. Pay attention in transfiguration tomorrow. I'll show you." and with a wink she headed off to the girls' dormitories.
"I think I'll turn in for the night too." Hermione said. She gave Ron a quick kiss as a 'Good night' and turned to Harry. "You know, I think we might be able to work something out, so you wont have to wear your glasses to the dance. Goodnight Harry!" and off she went.
"Bloody hell," Ron said to Harry. "What was that all about?"
"Pfft. Girls. Who knows what they're up to."
"True enough. Well, I think I'll head off to bed now, need to get my beauty rest for the ball tomorrow."
"Yeah, I think I'll do the same. Nothing worse than not getting your beauty rest before a ball, eh Ron?"
"Nope, nothing worse. G'night Harry"
"G'night Ron."
"Pfft."
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Erm. Ok, see ya in the morning."
"You bet."