3. Dungstyle Bombing

You could hear the same question repeating all around the Great Hall. 'Will you go to the ball with me?'

"Lil' can I ask you a question?" asked James.

"Of course I'll go to the ball with you," she replied.

"I was going to ask you to pass the marmalade- I mean, ask you to the ball. Of course!"

"Hey Lily will you 'pass the marmalade?'" Sirius said, mocking James. James glared. Lily laughed.

"Yes, of course," said Lily D.

Cassie looked at Remus and blushed. "Hey, um, Remus, will you. . .go to the ball with me?"

Remus looked surprised. "I-I.. sure," he said, still flabbergasted.

Cassie blushed. So did Remus.

Soon everyone was leaving the Great Hall.

"Rochelle, wait!" squeaked Peter. "Will you. . um. . . go to the-the-the um um um the uh the um the b. . .-"

"Ball with you?"

"Y-yes."

"I'm sorry Peter, but no," said Rochelle. Peter looked sad. Everyone continued walking.

What Rochelle saw made her freeze completely.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" As people rushed by she felt herself being slammed against the cold stone wall, only, she didn't really feel it. She was too busy looking at what she thought was the hottest thing on the planet.

Leaning against the wall farther down the hall, cool as ever, was a tall boy, wearing sunglasses, flaming red hair (He happened to be a fourth cousin of the Weasley's), a black jacket, and black pants. Rochelle was freaking out. (If you ask my opinion I'd say she's having and orgasm. )

"Haaaaaaaah!" she made the sound again. The guy stared.

"Are you alright? You see, somewhat. . . er. . . mentally disturbed?" he asked.

"F-fine. I'm Rochelle, and you are?"

"Lukas Lovegood." She shook his hand. She shivered. (Those damn orgasms I tell you!)

"See you around," he said, his cool deep voice making Rochelle bite her lip so she wouldn't make the 'Haaaaaaah' sound again.

She wasn't sure what his style was, but she knew it was HOT AS HELL!

Rochelle ran up to Cassie. "Haaa-haaa-haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" She seemed to be having some kind of breakdown. She started shaking Cassie frantically.

"Wha-wha-WHAT!" Cassie seemed to be incredibly concerned. "Don't tell me you're having a caffien overdose, I wouldn't put that past you-"

"N-no, HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Oh. My. God. HAAAAAAAAAH!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS IT?"

"I. have. Never. Seen. Something. So. . . MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Rochelle was freaking out again.

"Calm the hell down and EXPLAIN! Is there another Japanese exchange student here?" Cassie asked.

Rochelle shook her head. "No, of course not, besides, Kyo was just a little crush-"

"LITTLE? YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY TO HIM!"

"No.. I did not," said Rochelle with shifty eyes. "Ok, I saw this guy, and he was like. . . this odd style, like all black clothes and he looked EVIL-"

"That would be a Slytherin," Cassie explained.

"N-no, it wasn't like those greasy slimeballs. It was like. . . MMM! Undescribable! You'd have to see him." (mental note goth didn't exist at this period of time, therefore Lukas is the first, and they have no clue what the hell it is.)

"Ooookay then," said Cassie, slightly confused. "And. . ."

"And WOW, I want him to ask me to the ball!" Rochelle stated.

"You should ask him," Cassie replied.

"Hun girls don't ask guys."

"I asked Remus."

"Well that's because you're odd."

"So what was this guy, whose name you haven't told me, like?"

"Oh, his name's Lukas Lovegood. He's cool. His voice is so haaaaah! And I'm thinking he thinks I'm insane."

"Well that's always a lovely thought to get a guy to like you," snickered Cassie.

"I hope I see him around sometime!" Rochelle said dreamily.

"Geez, you're acting very UNobsessive, why don't you obsess a tad more?" Cassie said sarcastically.

"Alright, well he's so MMM and HAAAAAH and-"

"Rochelle, there's a thing called sarcasm."

"I don't care. Now where did I leave off? Oh yes. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

At this point, Cassie just walked away.

"I neeeeeeed to find someone to go to the ball with me!" Emily said desperately.

"There's always. . .Peter," Lily D snickered. Emily glared. As if on cue, Peter came bursting in.

"Um. . . Emily. . . . um um um. . . you. . um go to ball. . . with uh um me?" he asked.

Emily strained her mind for an excuse. "Um. . . sorry but. . . I'm taken."

"Ohh . . ." said Peter, disappointed. He walked back out of the common room.

"Oooh you lie!" said Lily.

"Now I HAVE to get a date. . . or I'm dead," gulped Emily. Lily snickered.

"Help me?" pleaded Emily.

"Fine, fine," said Lilu. "Ummm. . . ask Frank Longbottom, he's not that bad looking."

"He's going with Alice Spitzer."

Lily raised her eyebrows. "Really? Wow. . ."

"Now who else?"

"Arthur Weasly?'

"Number one: Ew. Number two: Taken by Molly."

"Oooh. . . um. . ." Lily shrugged.

"You're supposed to help me," said Emily.

Lily shrugged again.

"I'll go cry in my imaginary corner," said Emily. Once again, Lily shrugged.

"That was the part where you were supposed to say 'Oh I'm sorry, Emily, I'll help.'"

Lily shrugged once more, a slight smirk forming on her face.

Emily screwed her eyes up and soon looked exactly like Lily.

"I'll break you up with Sirius," Emily threatened.

Lily gasped. "You WOULDN'T."

"Is that so?'

"He won't believe you. I-I'll tell him what you did."

Emily shrugged and started to exit the common room.

"Fine, I guess I'll help, seeing as I have nothing better to do." Emily transformed back. "Not that I was scared or anything," Lily added. Emily grinned.

James and Sirius peered around the corner of the hall. They snickered uncontrollably as an owl delivered Snape a package. He stared, and then opened it. The scent of dung filled the air.

"Mr. Snape, WHA ARE YOU DOING WITH THOSE DUNGBOMBS!" screeched Filch.

"Mr. Filch, sir, they aren't mine-"

"Then why does it say 'To Severus Snape. Here is your order of dungbombs'?"

"I-I honestly don't know,"

"Riiight. Come into my office, sonny." Filch rowled. As soon as the office door shut. James and Sirius were rolling on the floor in laughter.

"That was BRILLIANT, Prongs, absolutely genius!" complimented Sirius.

"I know, I know," said James, loving the attention.

Rochelle walked over to the shadowy area of the grounds where Lukas was.

"Why, hello Lukas, how odd it is seeing you here," she said.

"Hey Rochelle," he said coolly.

Meanwhile, Cassie, Lily D, and Emily peeked from behind the stone wall.

"Oooh, who's the yummiful one?" said Emily, staring at Lukas.

"Rochelle's territory," replied Cassie.

"Damn," said Emily.

"There has to be. . er. . . someone without a date," said Lily. Cassie stared at Lukas and Rochelle socializing.

"So Lukas, what house are you in?" asked Rochelle.

"Ravenclaw."

"Oh, I see."

"She's been stalking him all day," Cassie whispered to Emily and Lily. They both snickered. "She seriously has. She's been hiding behind things writing down his every move."

"Your style is very. . . unique," commented Rochelle.

"Okay."

"What is it?"

"I dunno, it's just me."

"That's cool."

"Mhm. . ." There were a few minutes of silence as Lukas continued to write in his journal of all black pages with a black quill.

"So. . . are you going to the ball?" Rochelle asked.

"Probably not," he said.

"Oh, ok then." He continued to write.

"Wow. . . he's very hard to get," whispered Cassie. Emily laughed softly.

"Good luck Rochelle," Emily laughed, in silence though.

After about five more minutes of Lukas writing in his journal, he asked, "Do you believe in Thorenths?"

"What?" inquired Rochelle, confused. Cassie laughed and whispered to Emily "for once she doesn't know something."

"Thorenths, you know, the large cat-ish things that are half spirit half alive. . . They have red eyes. . ."

"Ooooh! THOSE! Yeah, I think they're real," said Rochelle.

"You don't have a clue what I'm talking about, do you?" asked Lukas.

"No," laughed Rochelle.

"I tend to believe in a lot of things other people consider weird," explained Lukas.

"Oh. Well that's good that you're not embarrassed to go against the crowd," Lukas went back to writing in his journal.

'Damnit, why does he have to be so. . . hard to get?' thought Rochelle.

"Um . . . what year are you in?"

"Seventh. I would have been out of here by now seeing as I'm almost nineteen but I had a bad potions accident when I was eleven, therefore I started a year later."

"Oh . . . I see." There was another long silence as he continued writing.

"Right, well, I'd better be off now, nice talking to you, Lukas!" said Rochelle, starting to walk away.

"Mm," replied Lukas.

"Uh oh she's coming!" whispered Cassie, and the three of then ran back across the grounds. As they ran back into the school, Cassie tripped and ended up knocking Lily and Emily both down.

"Good job," said Emily.

"What happened to you three?" asked Rochelle as she entered the castle.

"Tripped down the stairs," replied Cassie, standing up and dusting herself off. Lily and Emily look slightly offended that Cassie didn't bother o help them up. "We were looking for you? Where've you been?"

"HAAAAH! He's so. . MM! Yet so hard to get," responded Rochelle.

"Yeah- I mean, who?" asked Emily.

"Haah, Lukas Lovegood."

"Oh, he's the freaky guy wearing all black with red hair and sunglasses and a journal with all black p. . . Uh-" said Lily.

"How do you know so much about him?" asked Rochelle suspiciously.

"I've heard things," said Lily, shrugging.

"About his journal?" Suspicious look.

"Uuuh. . . yeah."

". . . Oook then. . ."

"We should be heading down to the Great Hall for dinner about now," said Cassie.

"Right-o," Rochelle said.