THE NEXT DAY
"You're a real nutter. I saw your eyes moving in your bed, and you still refuse to get up. You're Batman. How can you be—" "Damian, say it louder please, i think the people in the common room didn't catch ya there." "Adam, please. You and me, Connor and Kori have a common mission here: keep everyone safe. Even though i didn't want to work with a nutter like you, that old guy Dumbledore just managed to persuade me into doing it. You better thank him."
"Alright, alright, Robin." "Don't you dare call me that in front of the students. They'll find out if you do." "Well, no shit Sherlock." My robes were put on my body by the use of my hands. Swiping my wand, me and Damian darted for breakfast, in the great hall.
"Good morning, Harry." "Hey, McGinnis." My ears picked that up, as my brain ordered my mouth to spit the food in my mouth out. "What did you just call me? Why start with the surname?"
"Nothing, i would've called you by your name if you haven't woke me up by singing last night." My mouth morphed into a smile. "What?" "Nothing. Nothing." I know Harry's a smart person, so if i tell him, what's all the fun in that?
As the food on my plate was reduced bite by bite, my ears picked up everything around me: Rumours about the yule ball, the second task, etc. Not interested. "I'm full." My chair was away from me, as i left the hall.
Moments later, me along with harry and co. were called to the study hall, along with all of the boys and the girls in the school. Professor McGonagall, greeted us all with a usual stern look from her. The boys sat down on one side, while the girls sat down on the other.
"Ok, boys and girls, the Yule Ball, a traditional event of the triwizard tournament, is approaching, as you know it. This is a time for us all to, er, socialise with the likes of the Durmstrang students and the Beauxbatons students. Dress robes will be worn on that day, and it is only available for 4th years, although you may invite younger students to come with you if you wish. The ball will start at eight o clock at Christmas day, and end at midnight on Christmas night, at the great hall. I will not put up with any acts of stupidness on that day."
She turned to Fred and George, who tried to restrain their laughter.
"Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight." Professor McGonagall set this phrase free in the form of a strong and hard voice accompanied by this phrase.
Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan." Ron quipped. All I could do was restrain my laughter.
"Bah. I'm out of here." My ears picked up what Damian just said. "There's no way i'm dancing with anyone here." "Mr Damian Wayne!" I giggled for a bit. "Yes, professor?" "Will you join me, please?"
"What? For fu—" "Hey, seems like you ran out of luck today." Fred mumbled to Damian under his breath. Damian sighed and stepped forward. Whistles were heard from my direction.
"Mr Wayne, please put your right hand on my waist." "Put my hand on your What?!" Damian uncontrollably snapped out. Laughter was heard throughout the hall. I've never seen Damian like this before.
"My waist." Damian, which i saw from a gap in his mouth, gritted his teeth and laid his arm on her waist. "Now, extend your arm." Professor McGonagall's arm didn't wait for Damian's. Her palm made contact with his left arm, and forced his palm to make contact with her shoulder.