Author's Note: My friend Loony, the one I mentioned before, did this as a roleplay and I made it into a story. She was Luna, Mika, and Alex, and I was Draco, Blaise, and Ginny, which explains the betterness of the first three's reactions. Most of the awesome terms belong to Loony, so there's my disclaimer.
When Ginny finally climbed through the portrait hole leading into the Gryffindor Common Room ten minutes later, she hopped up the stairs to the girls' dormitories. Upon entering her own room, she changed out of her Cupid outfit, put it aside, and changed into her original costume. She felt much more comfortable and her body wasn't as exposed while she wore it. The young girl proceeded to hop back down the stairs, skipping every other step.
Heat coming from the crackling fire in the fireplace came over Ginny's face as she sat in a squishy armchair near a group of whispering and giggling girls. The redhead decided they were talking about boys. Girls often liked talking about boys, but Ginny thought boys were stinky; most of them, anyway. As Ginny averted her eyes from the girls and looked into the fire, a wonderful idea popped into her head. Since she was so bored, she would start a tea party! Tea parties were always fun, especially when you spent the time with your friends. Almost at once, she jumped up from her chair, startling the group of girls in the process, and quickly walked over to a table in the far corner of the room. She knew exactly who she would invite.
Ginny pulled a piece of parchment, an ink bottle, and a quill from what seemed like no where (although they were really sitting on a nearby shelf.) She uncorked the bottle and dipped the tip of her quill into the ink, instantly beginning to write. The quill scratched across the parchment as her letter went on. At last, she had created an invitation to her tea party. It was addressed to no one in specific, so she was able to copy the letter and send it to all of those who were invited. The letter said, in rather neat cursive:
You have been invited to Ginny Weasley's tea party! You are to arrive at the Room of Requirement at seven o'clock in the evening to attend. Bring as many guests as you please; the more the merrier!
The letter was rather short, but length didn't matter. Ginny stared at the parchment and thought it was a little too blank to be attractive to anyone. She dipped her quill into the ink again and drew a fancy, curly line at the top of her parchment. In the corner, she drew a flower that looked like an artist's work. When she was finally satisfied, Ginny pulled her wand out and tapped the paper. Another copy of it appeared. She folded the two papers up and tied a pretty blue ribbon around each of them, then started up the stairs again with her letters.
Ginny walked over to the window, and perched outside on the windowsill was a school owl that she had used for earlier letter-sending. She opened the window, and the large, golden owl flew in and landed on the inside of the window instead. He stared at Ginny expectantly, and she tied the two letters around the owl's leg. After doing so, she scrambled over to her bedside table and picked up two bowls; one was filled with fresh water, and the other was filled with owl food. She set the two bowls on the windowsill next to the bird. The owl hooted gratefully and gulped down some of the water. After sticking his beak into the contents of the owl food a few times, he looked up at Ginny. She took this as a sign that he was done. Ginny recited the whereabouts of those who were invited to her party in a clear voice, and after she had opened the window up again and a light breeze brushed across her face, the owl took off. She let the breeze continue to hit her face as she watched the owl fly away until he was only a tiny speck. Now Ginny would just have to see whether or not any of the very few people she had invited would come.
At thirty-five minutes after six, Ginny was to be found throwing clothing out of her trunk for a reason unknown to her fellow dorm members, all of whom had exited the dormitory as quickly as possible in fear of her losing her temper and making their neat room look as if a train had passed through it after a terrible tornado. The girl let out a frustrated sigh, throwing her hands up into the air. "Why is it that I have nothing decent to wear?" she asked no one but herself. The one time she actually cared about what she wore, her mother had packed every-day clothing. Nothing special for any occasion. Like a tea party. Ginny had her dress, but it wasn't like she was going to a ball for the Minister. Perhaps she could borrow something of Hermione's, though.
She scurried out of the room, leaving the door open wide to display the mess she had so far managed to make. Ginny impatiently knocked on the door that lead into the room in which Hermione stayed, wondering what in the world her friend was doing that could take so long. Finally, the door opened enough for a troubled-looking, bushy-haired girl to stick her head out.
"Oh! Oh...hello, Ginny," Hermione said slowly.
"Hi, Hermione." Ginny looked at her friend with a confused expression. It seemed as if something was wrong.
"Did you...did you need something?"
"Yes. I am going to a sort of, um, party, and I was wondering if I could borrow something of yours to wear."
Hermione raised her eyebrows and her mouth opened slightly. "Oh, sure, Ginny. I just have to..." She trailed off as giggles erupted from within the room. Almost instantly, Hermione snapped the door shut without warning. Ginny just stood there, even more confused than before.
Inside the room Ginny could hear people scrambling around the room, shuffling what sounded like papers and talking in hurried whispers. After a few minutes had passed, Hermione opened the door again, this time so Ginny could see inside. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil were sitting on Lavender's bed, both wearing grins. Hermione looked at the both of them as she gestured Ginny inside. The redhead shrugged and stepped in and Hermione shut the door behind her.
"So, what was it that you needed, Ginny?" she asked, this time more calm.
"I was hoping that I could borrow something of yours to wear to a party--" Ginny began, but she was cut off by an excited squeal from Lavender.
"Ooh! A party? Can we help?" she asked, referring to herself and Parvati, who nodded excitedly in agreement.
"Er...sure," Ginny said, looking at Lavender. This time Parvati and Lavender squealed in unison. They jumped up from Lavender's bed and came over to where Hermione and Ginny were standing. Lavender took ahold of Ginny's arm and proceeded to lead her over to the bottom of her bed, where two trunks sat, belonging to the two girls that were now absolutely beaming. Hermione and Parvati followed them.
Lavender knelt down, pulling Ginny down with her, and, after letting go of the younger girl's arm, opened her trunk. Inside were beautiful particles of clothing, many of which were either sparkly, made of silk, or bound to make someone turn their head at the sight of them. Hermione gasped softly, kneeling down next to Ginny. Parvati peered over Lavender's shoulder, not as surprised as the other two at the sight of the clothing; she had, of course, seen them before, and worn them more than once.
"So!" Lavender exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "Does anything interest you?"
The question should be, "Does anything not interest you?", Ginny thought to herself. She suddenly spotted something that was not too fancy, not too dull. She stretched out her pale hand and picked up a rather soft, white, long-sleeved shirt that was shining faintly with a color that came between blue, purple, and pink. "I like this," Ginny informed Lavender.
"Wonderful!" Lavender said, taking the shirt from Ginny and laying it out beside her. "Anything else?"
The younger girl examined the contents of the trunk before shaking her head. She would be able to obtain a pair of her own pants, which she was quite thankful for.
At this point, Parvati nudged Lavender in the arm and Ginny swore she saw Parvati incline her neck toward a door--a closet?--for a split second when she got her friend's attention. Lavender's eyes darted to look at Hermione, who slowly nodded as if not wanting to catch someone's attention. The three older girls jumped up, Lavender closing her trunk, before Hermione turned to Ginny.
"So, if that's all..." Hermione said.
"What are you three up to?" Ginny interrupted, no longer able to be oblivious to the obvious signs that they were doing something in secret.
"Bye Ginny!" Lavender said frantically, not answering her question, as she took Ginny's arm once more and pulled her to the door. She swung it open and moved the redhead outside of the room, slamming the door shut so a large whoosh of wind came over Ginny. She was about to walk away, still confused, when she realized she had forgotten something. Ginny knocked on the door again. It opened and Parvati threw the shirt into her arms before Ginny could even say anything. The door slammed shut again. Ginny left.
Ten minutes later, Ginny was surprisingly dressed and she was already heading down the seventh floor corridor to the Room of Requirement. She didn't take as long as most females did when it came to getting ready. She had put on the shirt Lavender had let her borrow, along with a pair of regular blue jeans and white sneakers. Her red hair was down, swishing back and forth as she skipped along the corridor. Finally she met a stretch of blank wall. Ginny went through the process of walking back and forth in front of the wall, thinking of one thing and one thing only: I need a place to hold a tea party.
The usual large door appeared before her, and she took the brass handle into her hand. Inside, the Room of Requirement had been set up for a tea party. In the middle of the room there was a small round table with a pale pink tablecloth, surrounded by six white chairs. At the place before each of the chairs was a little plate with a matching cup and silverware wrapped in a matching napkin. At the center of the table there was an enormous silver centerpiece, stacked high with dainty sorts of snacks like half-sandwiches and scones and mini-muffins. Ginny practically squealed in delightment as she ran over to the table. Taking a look at the clock, she found out that was it only ten minutes until seven. Her guests would arrive at any moment, and she was sure they had decided to come. The redhead pulled out a chair and sat on it, folding her hands on the table in front of her. She whistled happily as she waited.
The first person to arrive was Luna Lovegood, accompanied by Alex the Lion Hat, who was an actual stuffed lion at the time. Luna took a seat in one of the chairs, and Alex hopped into the one beside her. Ginny stopped whistling when Luna came, and offered her a smile. Luna returned it.
Next, Mika Payne entered, whom Ginny had not always been friends with, but enjoyed having her as company. Mika's piggy-shaped earrings swung happily as she entered and took a seat next to Alex.
Following Mika came Draco Malfoy, who took a seat in beside Mika. Blaise Zabini arrived last, taking a seat on the other side of Ginny so he was inbetween herself and Draco.
Ginny beamed. She was quite content that everyone had decided to come, and that they had brought guests.
"Hi, everyone!" Her voice was so happy that Blaise shuddered.
"Hi!" Mika replied, waving hyperly although she was barely three feet away from Ginny.
"Hello," Luna said serenely. Next to her, Alex growled softly in greeting.
Draco and Blaise didn't do anything; they were males, after all.
For a few moments, the group sat in silence, each doing something of their own. That silence was broken by Mika.
Being the only one in the room who wasn't entirely British, Mika put on a really bad English accent. "Tea and crumpets...toad in the hole...knickers!" At this, Luna burst out laughing. "What? What'd I say?" Mika asked worriedly.
Draco contained his laughter, for the last time he had laughed so hard he couldn't breathe. He merely snorted, which made Luna laugh even harder. Ginny giggled into the hand that was covering her mouth, and Blaise seemed like he wasn't going to laugh at all. But that didn't mean he didn't want to.
Continuing the really bad accent, Mika inquired of the Lion Hat. "Would you like a spot of tea, Alex?"
Alex, who was not British either but not really a person as well, said in a worse English accent, "Why, that'd be jolly good, thanks very much."
As Mika poured some tea into his cup, Luna laughed. Mika's attention soon caught the centerpiece on the table. Upon seeing the mini-muffins, she dropped the English accent. "Oooh, muffins!" She grabbed a bunch of them and piled them onto her plate. Luna, however, took merely a sandwich and a scone, which she proceeded to eat daintily.
Mika stuffed three whole mini-muffins into her mouth. Then, still chewing, she said to Luna, "Induh fooh guh?"
Luna nodded, her own mouth full of scone. "Ehry." Alex watched them, translating. "'Isn't the food good?' 'Very.'"
When Mika finished those muffins, she ate some more. Luna finished her scone and started on her sandwich.
Alex, being only a stuffed animal with no stomach and therefore couldn't eat, jumped out of his seat and started to breakdance on the floor. A few seats away, Blaise picked a stick a bit longer than a toothpick that had a variety of things shoved on it from the centerpiece and turned to Draco. "Taste this," he commanded.
"Merlin's beard, Blaise, you're a teenager--or as least you appear to be so--and you want me to taste test your food?" Draco asked him incredulously.
"Indeed," Blaise replied cheerfully. "It could be poisonous, you know. I actually care about me dying. That's why I'm asking you to taste test this." He held out the food to the blonde male.
Draco rolled his eyes. "It's good to know that you care about me and my health, Blaise." He grudgingly took the stick. Blaise grinned. Draco pulled what appeared to be an olive with his teeth from the stick. The other boy watched closely, as if making sure Draco didn't drop dead then and there.
"It's not poisonous," the blonde told him, swallowing the food. Blaise gingerly chose another one of the odd sticks of food from the centerpiece and proceeded to eat it slowly.
Ginny, who had been watching the two boys, rested her head on the table and laughed quietly to herself. She knew this tea party had been a good idea already.
Minutes passed by in silence, everyone absorbed in doing whatever they were doing. Until Mika spoke up, of course.
"What on earth are you doing to that poor tablecloth?" she asked a startled Blaise, who appeared to be drawing imaginary images on the tablecloth.
"Drawing, of course," he told her, as if it were the most obvious thing.
"Why are you drawing?"
"Because there's nothing to do."
Mika clucked her tongue pityingly. "There's never /nothing/ to do, Blaise. There's always something, and I'm sure you'd be able to think of it if you tried."
Occupying his own time nearby, Alex stopped breakdancing and started to rap.
"Mah name is Alex
I'm a lion hat
I've got a tail
And I like to rap.
That may be a slant rhyme
But that's just fine.
Rappers like me
Do it all the time."
He proceeded to beatbox for a moment and struck a rapper pose.
Not noticing, Blaise and Mika continued their argusation. "Hm..." Blaise thought for some time. "I've got nothing."
Mika sighed. "I don't know why I even bother with you. You're so hopelessy unimaginative." She slouched boredly in her chair, trying to think of something to do. Beside her, Alex the Lion Hat looked very indignant indeed that no one had even noticed his rap. Using his magical Lion Hat powers, he conjured up a banana suit and some maracas. Wearing the suit and shaking the maracas, he sang, "It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time! Peanut Butter Jelly! Ye-yah! Ye-yah! They' you go! It's Peanut Butter Jelly! Peanut Butter Jelly! Peanut Butter Jelly with a baseball bat!"
Mika stared at the strange little lion. Luna laughed hysterically, along with Ginny and Blaise. Draco, though, laid his head down and started blankly at, um...the place in front of him, duh.
Luna looked at Draco with a concerned expression. Why was he laying his head down like that? "What's the matter?" she asked, putting a hand lightly on his shoulder. Draco continued looking forward.
"Nothing. I'm just...bored," he told her.
"Oh, okay," Luna said. "I just thought that, since you laid your head down, you might have been sad or something. I suppose boredom makes sense too."
Mika, Blaise, Ginny, and Alex were, like...having a party like they were the only ones there, even if they were at the same table with Draco and Luna. Mika had finally begun breathing normally, but then Blaise had gone and hit his head on the table, which caused her to start laughing all over again. It may not have been exactly normal to laugh at her boyfriend hurting himself, not to mention not very nice, but since when had Mika become normal or nice?
Finally, finally, after a good two minutes of laughter, Mika calmed down.
Then Alex screeched, "TACOOOS!"
And everyone burst into laughter again, including Luna and Draco.
Okay, this time, Mika swears she's done laughing. She tapped her head several times. "Think, think, think." There /had/ to be /something/ they could do.
"What are you doing?" Blaise asked.
"I'm trying to think of something to do," said Mika. "I was having a bit of a Winnie-The-Pooh moment."
"A what moment?" her boyfriend asked curiously.
"A Winnie The Pooh moment. Winnie The Pooh is a character from a Muggle children's story," Mika explained, seeing his blank expression. "He's a stuffed bear that talks, basically. And he has a bunch of talking stuffed animal friends."
Blaise snorted.
Mika frowned. "Don't you snort! It's a classic!" Alex paused in his dancing to snicker, butting into the conversation. "But his name is /Pooh/. How could anyone talk about him without laughing?"
Ginny leaned over and tapped Mika on the shoulder. "Why do people call him Pooh? His name is Winnie, and he is a Pooh Bear. Like Little Bear is a Bear Bear, or Quesadilla is a Panda Bear. And why does he have a high-pitched, girly voice?"
Mika waved a hand, as if pushing those questions aside. "I don't /know/. It's weird that his name should be Winnie in the first place, seeing as that's a girl's nickname short for 'Winifred'."
"Well, then. For all we know, Pooh could be a female," Ginny reasoned.
Mika shook her head. "No. Perhaps in the Disney cartoon crap, but in the books he's a boy." Luna watched the conversation with mild interest, not joining in because she knew nothing of what they were discussing.
"You don't know that Pooh is male. Authors can lie, and later use the truth for a twist. It's all logic," the redhead argued.
Folding her arms, Mika said, "I don't care what you say, Pooh is a boy. If anyone's gender is questionable, it's Rabbit's."
"Pooh can't be a boy if he's a bear. Unless, of course, the author lied about that, too."
"I meant male!"
"I, for one, have to agree with Ginny. Authors can lie. Plus, Mika, you couldn't tell that Blaise was a girl," Draco cut in.
"Blaise is not a girl. He is a /man/. A /manly/ man," Mika said stubbornly. Luna tried to sip her tea and not laugh at the same time and ended up choking. Blaise, on the other hand, made a sound that could be taken as a cough or a sneeze. Draco and Ginny stared at Mika, then burst into laughter.
"/Manly/? That's an exaggeration right there. A big one," Draco said, having to pause in between words to laugh. Mika glared at Draco.
"I /know/ I'm exaggerating. He's more like a girly-man. I was /trying/ to be nice, but that's clearly not an option."
This caused Draco and Ginny to crack up again. Next to them, Blaise frowned at Mika. "I'm /not/ girly."
Mika groaned and flopped over so her head was resting on the table. "How am I supposed to make everyone happy?" she asked aloud, although the tablecloth muffled her voice so that only she could really hear.
Suddenly, Alex stood up, guessing that the conversation was over. "Hey, kids!" he said enthusiastically, like a host on some lame little kid's show. "You know what it's time for? TROOOOOTH OR DARE!" Although the last part sounded more like a game show host.
No one replied.
The little lion sat back down on all four feet, head hung, tail between his legs. "It was just a suggestion," he said timidly.
Ginny sighed. This party could not turn out boring. IT COULD NOT, YA HEAR ME? Good. The girl sat sideways on her chair, letting her head hang over the edge, her arms and hair barely brushing the floor. Unfortunately, this party /was/ a bit boring. She pulled her legs close to her and slid off of the chair, landing on her back with a thump.
Alex suddenly jumped onto Ginny's stomach. He giggled maniacally. "It's like a pillow!"
"Alex!" Luna scolded him. Ginny, though, laughed, causing Alex to bounce up and down on her stomach. In an attempt to see what was going on, Draco leaned over on his chair, but ended up toppling off and landing on his rear end. Blaise, Mika, Ginny, and Alex all whooped with laughter, while Luna looked under the table at her befuddled boyfriend.
"Are you alright?" she asked as he returned to his seat.
"Yep." Draco stared blankly into space before he had a fit of giggles, which turned into laughter. They seemed to be laughing a lot.
Ginny peered at the clock. It was already nine o'clock! She was thankful that they no longer had to be in their House towers at a given time.
"Oh, dear," Luna said suddenly after glancing at the clock. "I'm sorry, Ginny, but I've got to go. Father mailed me just this morning to inform me that a herd of Montpizzles will be able to be viewed from the sky tonight."
"What are Montpizzles?" Ginny wondered.
"Montpizzles are forms of emus and cougars that grow Grappleberry melons," Luna informed her.
"Interesting," Ginny said, and she meant it. "I suppose we should all go. But I hope we can do something like this again!"
"I think that would be fun," Mika agreed.
After everyone bid Ginny goodbye, Luna, Draco, Mika, and Blaise exited the Room of Requirement, Alex once again perched on Luna's shoulder. Ginny smiled after them.
She /had/ had a good time. The Gryffindor hopped up from her seat and made her way to the door. "And now I disappear," she concluded, exiting the room. Inside (although she couldn't see) all evidence that a tea party was held in the Room of Requirement vanished.
Author's Note: The longest chapter so far, I think.