A/N- Hey, me again. I've gotten off the Lupin/Tonks ship for now. Back to Charlie/Tonks. Before you go on, I have to say this. I'm a sucker for prince charming stories. What I'm saying is I'm a sucker for stories when the guy saves the girl and so on and so forth. I've been thinking about this one for awhile I just had to try and put it in a good sense. Also, for some reason my indents aren't coming up. So, here's 'A Ball of Sorts.'
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter universe. But I do own, Victor Hughes, Torry Townsend, and Mike Perry. Ha!
"Yes! It is the Summer Charlie! Breathe it in quick before it starts raining." Tonks said as she pushed open the doors of the entrance hall.
Tonks and Charlie had to shield their eyes from the liquid gold sunlight that poured down upon them. As they walked across the grounds, the grass rippling as a soft breeze passed through every so often, a number of students could be seen perched upon the boulders that lay among the shore of the lake. They had their cloaks abandoned off to the side and were letting their limbs drop into the cool lake, talking to each other about nothing really important. Then there were the less amused students, mostly Slytherins sat upon cold stone benches that hovered in the castle's shadows. Glaring at anything that walked by, or made eye contact.
However, Charlie Weasley and Nymphadora Tonks made their way past both of these people and the other ones in-between to, 'The Tree.'. Yes, 'The Tree'. The tree that everyone wants to sit under. With it's all day shade, and complete view of the grounds, who wouldn't want to sit under it? Two students were already sitting comfortably under it's outstretched limbs. But that didn't stop the two from continuing there journey to it. As, they came to it the two sat next to the others on the ground.
"Hey Torry, hey Mike. Thanks for grabbing the tree after the exam."Charlie said, relaxing his back on the trunk of the tree. Tonks did the same on the opposite side.
The young girl on Tonks' left had shoulder length brunette long hair that ended in small ringlets. Her eyes were a pale green that went well with her rosy cheeks. She had a book opened on her lap and was reading silently. This was Torry Townsend, usually known as the quiet bookworm.
"It was no problem, besides you guys were the last pair to go into the Charms exam. How'd it go?" Torry asked not batting an eyelash away from her book.
Tonks had on a mischievous smirk, "Charlie, 'accidently' hit Professor Carion in the eye with the conjunctivitis spell, like he was a dragon or something. And I made the table dance with the chair, which the pair nearly ran the old geezer over."
"Nicely done, I don't think we'll see Professor Carion doing exams ever again." Mike said breaking a random twig in two.
"I don't think I ever want to do exams again. I still think last year was disastrous." Charlie said shaking his head. Mike laughed.
"Oh you mean when Tonks was performing the Color Changing charm on the rat, and hit you instead! Oh that was original, and hilarious." The besides Charlie the group howled with laughter.
"You had pink and purple hair for a week!" Tonks said between gasps of air.
"Yeah, yeah stow it you two." Charlie replied wryly, as Tonks and Mike howled with laughter, tears on the brim of their eyes. Torry had stopped a second before, looking up from her book momentarily.
"One way to ruin a good day. Here come The Sirens, all 6 of them. Your up Tonks, I'm not gonna talk to them." Torry said returning to her book. Tonks sighed, and brushed her hands off as she stood up.
A group of girls were approaching the tree. All seemed to be identical twins, with their platinum blonde hair that hung straight to their shoulders, to their painted nails. Nothing could be told apart from them, at a distance, but once they came close enough you could tell. Their make-up, shoes, skirts and shirts were the same down to the last button. A girl on the far left of the group was passing pink and white envelopes, winking at cute guys she handed one to. Finally the group reached the outer shadow of the tree.
The girl at the front stepped into the shadows. She was a bit taller than the others, and had a sneer on her face that Tonks just wanted smack off.
"Nymphadora." She said.
"Kramer." Tonks seethed. "What do you want?"
Melissa Kramer began to look Tonks up and down. From her black converses with jeans slit at the knees, to her red Weird Sisters shirt and dirty blonde hair that ended at her chin and flipped outwards. Melissa snapped her fingers sharply, and the girl on the far right of the group stalked forward. She handed each of them a pink and white invitation of some sort, giving Charlie a suggestive wink, that Tonks' hand flicked to her wand.
The other five began to stalk away to a group of Ravenclaw's near the edge of the lake, but Melissa stayed behind. "Do come Nymphadora, your mum and mine are such good friends, that I'd hate you to disappoint them." Then she turned on her heel and went over to her identical friends.
Tonks groaned, then slid down the trunk of the tree until she sat upon the soft grass. "I have to go. My mum already knows about it, and you just can't say no to my mum, especially with something as 'lady-like' as this masquerade ball thing."
"Well, I'd love to go, but you know I got things to see, people to do." Mike said, tearing the envelope in half. Then he looked up, "Strike that, reverse it." he said correcting is mistake, but none the less, had torn the envelope. Tonks sighed heavily, reading the invitation.
"Come on Tonks, It can't be all that bad. Just think of the positive things about this." Said Torry, but it didn't help, because she had stuffed invitation roughly into the back of her book, where nothing came back.
"Don't worry Tonks. I'll probably have to go too, if my mum get's any wind of this." Charlie replied with a light laugh, as if he highly doubted it. Instead of Tonks sighing again, Tonks smirked, and looked up from the invitation in it's hot pink cursive.
"That would be a real shame, we're such good friends aren't we you guys?" Tonks said standing up in front of the others.
They simply shook their heads, unsure if she was just making an end of the year speech or getting at something. It was the latter.
Tonks continued, "And I mean we've hung out with each other ever since 1st year, going over to each others houses over the holidays. So our mum's obviously know each other really well." Torry and Mike couldn't understand what she was talking about. Charlie had a good idea of what she was getting at. It made him frown.
"And it's such a real shame, trust me I know the woman, that she has the biggest mouth on this side of the Thames. She loves to talk to other mom's about their children, exactly how Kramer knows my mum." Tonks finished. The other three faces dropped.
"She wouldn't!"gasped Mike.
"She would, and you know your mum's love to see their little darling's dressed up in fancy clothes and going to a-" Tonks looked at the invitation quickly, "-Masquerade Ball. So, you'll probably be getting a letter from your parents saying, 'I'm so glad you got invited to your first ball, your really growing up. Love Mum.' Then so on and so forth. So ladies, and gents, prepare to go with me to the ball!" Tonks finished.
The crowd groaned loudly.
"Have I ever told you how much I cannot stand people with big mouths?" Torry stated, plucking the pink envelope from the back of her book.
"Yes, but you know my mum can be cool at times. Just not right now." Tonks replied relaxing against the tree trunk.
"I have the worst luck. First I have to hang out with Tonks, now her mum makes me go to a ball." Charlie said, smirking as Tonks glared at him.
"Shut-up Quidditch Captain, and Quidditch Cup winner since 2nd year." Tonks threw back at him.
"Well, we're just going to have to do this masked ball thing our own way aren't we you guys." Charlie said. Torry pulled a tattered piece of paper out of her cloaks left pocket and smoothed it out on top of her book. The others gathered around. Soon, the 4 students who, although were very opposite people in their own way. Started doing what often found them in detentions. As plans started coming together, the ball became more of an opportune way, than a punishment. Their work may have become complex. But their work couldn't be less entertaining.
A/N: I had fun writing that chapter. I know the books don't describe Charlie as a severe troublemaker, but rules and ways were meant to be bent and/or broken. So, if you want to, and I would really like you to, review please. There will for sure be a couple of chapters.