Harry gasped. The Great Harry looked stunning. Sparkling on the walls was some sort of silver frost and hundreds of mistletoe and ivy garlands crossed under the black, starry ceiling. Harry offered his arm to Luna. She was wearing what looked like a lilac dress which had been viciously attacked by scissors. It didn't look that bad; it just looked weird.
``Uum, Luna; you don't want to dance do you? `` He asked. Harry didn't particularly want to dance but he thought it would be rude not to ask seeing as she was watching somebody dance with Victor Krum. This somebody seemed rather familiar. She was wearing a floaty, blue dress and her hair was twisted into an elegant knot at the back of her head. Harry gasped. It was Hermione.
``Harry? `` He glanced back over to Luna. Had she said something? He couldn't remember. But she started again ``I'm happy just watching. Dancing attracts Drizbeez, you see. `` She said this in her usual dreamy way. He was just about to ask what Drizbeez are, but there was no need for that `` they are actually quite similar to Wrackspurts; just they make you really dizzy. `` She explained, as if it were an important fact for life.
They started heading for one of the lantern-lit tables. When they sat down, an empty plate, menu and some cutlery appeared.
``Luna, how does this work? `` He asked. He didn't understand how the food would get from his menu onto the plate.
``You mean how to order the food? `` He nodded. ``It's simple. You just tell the plate what you want. `` She looked down at her plate. ``Pork chops `` she told it. Juicy pork chops and a side salad appeared on her plate. Harry nodded.
``Goulash. `` He told his plate, which instantly turned into a bowl and filled itself. The food tasted excellent. Even better than normal.
Harry was just on the verge of being bored, when an amplified screech echoed through the hall. All heads turned to the lead singer of the Weird Sisters.