Disclaimer-This doesn't belong to me. It belongs to the lovely J K Rowling, who should write a book a week.
Harry sipped at his pumpkin juice, looking distractedly around him. Suddenly he jumped. Why on earth was Colin Creevy yelling at Justin Finch-Fletchley?
"I tell you, you raving mad Hufflepuff, that Gryffindor is the best house!"
"No way, you crazy Lion! Hufflepuff is way better!"
Murmurs broke out among the students. "Gryffindor." "Nah, Hufflefpuff!" "You all are people without any mental capacity, it's Ravenclaw." "No, you filthy bits of slime, Slytherin is the best." It quickly changed to yelling, and the professors were yelling at the students to be quiet.
"Shut up! You Ravenclaws think you are so smart. Us Hufflepuffs are better!"
"Gryffindors are really wimps!"
"QUIET!" The entire hall froze at the sound of Dumbledore's voice. "Now, for the rest of our lunch, I don't want to hear a word!" He looked angry. "We need to have a staff meeting." he whispered to Prof. McGonagall.
Staff Meeting
Two O'clock
Professor Dumbledore's Office
All staff should be there
McGonagall cleared her throat. "Professors. Please pay attention." Professor Flitwick adjusted himself on his stack of books, and Professor Trelawney's eyes went from misty and soulful to clear and soulful.
Dumbledore smiled at the staff. "It has come to my attention that greater house unity is needed. The houses are very much separate, and without proper care, could remain that way. Any suggestions?"
Trelawney sighed. "My Sight Sees that if we do not join, we shall perish."
Flitwick bounced in his seat and piped up. "Oh! A ball, a ball! Let's have a ball."
Prof. Sprout nodded. "I agree with Filius. Let us have a ball. Inter house mingling, that's what we need."
"Let us vote, then. All for?" Dumbledore asked. Everyone's hands went up, except Snape's. "Against? Alright then, we'll have a Yule Ball."
"A ball?" Harry asked, incredulous. "A ball?"
"Yes, well, I think it's a rather good idea. Going for a bit of inter house unity, I suppose." Hermione said.
"Might be fun." Ron asserted. Harry snorted. "Don't you remember the last Yule ball?" Hermione glanced at Ron. "Go, talk to him." Ron took a deep breath. "Can I talk to you for a minute, mate?" Harry shrugged, and they moved to a different corner of the Common Room. "You see, Hermione and I, well we are . . .kindagoingtotheballtogether." He finished all in one breath.
Harry grinned. "It's about time!" He laughed. "Well, tell me how it goes."
"You mean you're not going?"
"Of course not."
"But see, it's our first date, and I kind of want you to be there in case things get . . . I don't know, awkward."
Harry sighed. He would hate going to the ball. He made one last attempt. "But without you and Hermione, who would I talk too?"
"Umm." Ron looked around the room. "You could go with Ginny. She used to fancy you."
"Ginny?" Harry looked over at her. She was laughing with a few of her friends, some fifth years he didn't know. Her mane of red hair kept falling in her face as she tried to tuck it behind her ears. "I dunno, mate. I don't know her that well."
"Please? Come on." Ron begged. "Just go. I'll talk to her!"
Harry sighed and nodded. He knew it would be awkward. He glanced at Ginny. She really was extraordinarily pretty. Well, he might as well. It couldn't be as bad as fourth year. After all, he wasn't as afraid of rejection. And he didn't have to go.
Author's note: So? Like it? Love it? Hate it? So so? I hate to beg for reviews, so I won't. Aww, what the heck, review! Love,
Trish Shakespeare
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