SCENE TWO:
The party's a bit quieter, as Harry and Ron get drinks.
Harry:
[Speaking
I don't know Ron, whenever I think of Bill's wedding, my scar burns like I've just drunken a whole bottle of fire whiskey.
Ron:
[Speaking and smirking
Really?
[Singing
Here comes the bride! Here comes the bride!
Harry:
[Speaking, and half-shouting
Stop Ron, this is serious! AH! You see, now my scars burning, again!
Ron:
That's because you did just drink a whole bottle of fire whiskey. Come on, Harry! There's no way you-know-who could learn of the wedding.
Harry:
I don't know, Ron, I just don't know.
Ron:
Well, I'll see you later, Harry. I just noticed Hermione on the dance floor, and she hasn't found a partner yet!
Ron walks off, as the stage leaves Harry, but Ron is stopped by another women on the dance floor. Both Fleer and Ron are in the back of the dance floor, surrounded by only extras.
Fleer:
[Singing
I know you like me, I know you do. That's why whenever I'm with ya', Hermione's all over you. Let's cut to the course! Don't you wish your witch-friend was a Veela, like me? Don't you wish your witch-friend was a tri-wizard champion, like me? Dont'ya? Dont'ya?
Ron:
[Speaking; Squeaking
Uh... I didn't know... why did you hook up with Billy, then?
Fleer eyes Bill's rather werewolf like dancing (Such as dancing on all flours to try to impress women around him), before turning back to Ron.
Fleer:
[Singing, shrugging
Maybe next life-time. If you'd be willing to dare. But then again, Bill would no longer demand steaks made rare. But don't get me wrong. Even if you were a giant, I'd still be crazy about your flame-red haaaaaair! One more time! Don't you wish your witch-friend was a true witch, like me? Don't you wish your witch-friend was a true-? Like me? Dont'ya? Dont'ya? Well, dontya', Ronnie?
Fleer then claps her hand to her head, and returns to her french accent.
Fleer:
Zis' english drink shood be made illegal.
Ron:
[Laughing dumbly
It is.