6. The Reason These Tables Are Numbered
Celine, Sheena, and Morganne walked into the Great HAll and were shocked that the tables were numbered.
"Weird," Morganne frowned.
"Sheena walked towards the Ravenclaw table and was about to pull off the peice of paper when Professor Sprout stopped her.
"There's a good reason these tables are numbered, honey, you just haven't thought of it yet."
"Isn't that a Panic! At the Disco song?" Morganne raised her eyebrows.
"No." Professor Sprout said, and walked away quickly.
"It is..." Celine whispered to Morganne, and slowly nodded her head.
"Huh...that's weird." Sheena turned around.
Some girls passed by Morganne and heard them talking, "...The reason these tables are numbered is because of date night and Panic! At the Disco is giving us a special concert!"
"What?!" Celine exclaimed, looking at Morganne.
"I have to find a date!" Morganne exclaimed. Just then, she saw a perfect head of hair and a charming smile. "I'll be back," She smirked. "Brandon...Oh Brandon!"
"Oh, hey Morganne!" Brandon turned around and gave her a smile, "What's up?"
"Do you want to go to the Date Night with me?"
"Oh...I'm sorry Morganne, I wish I could..."
"Oh...Okay..." Morganne frowned.
"Nah, just kidding...I'd love too!"
"Great!" Morganne smiled. "We'll meet here at quarter to eight!" She frolicked towards Celine and Sheena. "I've got a da--aa-te!" She taunted.
"So do I," Sheena announced.
"Who?" Celine and Morganne both demanded, wide-eyed.
"Richard Hopkins!" Sheena exclaimed.
"What?!" Both of them yelled in shock.
"Yeah."
"Well the thing is...I want to go with Dylan...But I'm going out with Cedric...What do I do?"
"I don't know..." Sheena frowned.
"Dump Cedric...hump Dylan," Morganne shrugged. ('Sorry, really perverse!' as said by morganne while writing this)
"God Morganne...You're a genius!" She played around, and ran to find Dylan.
"Sheena," Morganne turned to her, "You're going with Harry. He's much better than Richard..."
Celine was still running when she bumped into Dylan.
"Ow! I think you broke my finger!" he howled.
"Sorry," Celine apologized, "Hey..do you want to come to that...dinner or what ever that thing
is tonight with me?"
"I thought you were dating that pretty-boy Diggory?"
"We broke up," Celine lied.
"Oh...sorry to hear that...Well um-Sure...but I'll have trouble eating with my broken-"
"Stop whining and go see Madame Pomfrey," Celine instructed and left to tell her friends the news.