chapter nineteen.
It's been a few weeks, but unlike the cupboard incident, this Vivian thing has not died down. Not a bit.
Some students have taken that Howler as an invitation to call me 'Vivian' instead of Neville. Now, I understand that it's an odd name for a guy to have. But really. It's getting old.
This morning a group was standing in front of the announcement board in the common room, I walked over and waited to catch a glimpse of the note.
'Gryffindors-
I am pleased to
inform you all that, by popular demand, I have decided to host a
dance lesson on February tenth in the Great Hall. All ages are
invited to come, as well as all Houses. For further information, you
may seek out myself or any other Head.
-Professor
McGonagall'
''By popular demand', who in their right mind would go up to her and ask her to teach a dance lesson?' Ron scoffed, standing with Harry and Hermione. 'At least it's not required.'
Hermione didn't look pleased with it either, frowning. 'Honestly, it's very…non-academic.'
'I wonder who'll actually go,' Harry laughed. Then the three of them walked towards the portrait.
After breakfast, I started heading towards Herbology; I tripped, of course, and as usual, something happened.
'Hey, Twinkle Toes!'
I turned.
'Oh, sorry, I mean Vivian,' Malfoy sneered. Thankfully most of the students were gone by now. 'Are you going to that little dance lesson? You of all people could use a lesson on how to move your feet properly.'
As unfunny as that was, his two friends laughed. 'Shut up, Malfoy,' I replied almost automatically.
But maybe…I thought, quickly walking away from the three Slytherins. Maybe I would go to that lesson, just to spite him…
-
Terribly sorry, we've both been busy. :(
Rather short, but I think it shall suffice. –dances off-