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Dance of Defiance by Ms_D_Longbottom
Format: Short story
Chapter 4: Blokes worst nightmare
Chapter 4 - blokes worst nightmare
“Lily... Lily... Evans... Wake up...”
“Huh?” I said opening my eyes to find i had fallen asleep on the sofa in the heads room and that James was leaning over me. “Oh hey, you’re out of the hospital wing.”
“Ha ha I practically had to beg Madame Pomfrey to let me leave” He laughed quietly.
“What time is it?” I asked sitting up and he sat beside me.
“About six-ish I think. Didn’t you go to dinner?”
“I must have slept through it. I don’t even remember closing my eyes.” I yawned.
“You hungry?” He asked.
“Yea, a bit. But it’s too late now, dessert will be almost over. By the way Professor Dumbledore left me a letter.”
“We can always sneak down to the kitchens. What’d it say?”
“It’s on my desk read it if you want. And do you even know where the kitchens are and how to get in?”
“Lily, Lily, Lily.... This is a marauder you’re talking to. Of course i know where they are and how to get in.” He replied standing. “Come on, I’ll read as we walk”
I stood and stretched my tired limbs. I followed James not really concentrating on where we were heading.
“So do you have any ideas?” James asked after he’d finished reading.
“I had one...” I admitted.
“Elaborate... s’il vous plait” He said putting on a French accent.
“I was thinking we could do a ball or a dance or something.”
“Bloody blokes worst nightmare those things.” He replied stopping by a portrait of a bowl of fruit. “Tickle the pear”
“Just do it trust me...”
So I did as I was told and tickled the pear in the portrait, it squirmed and giggled and became a green door knob. James opened turned the knob and revealed the Kitchens. It was an enormous room with stone walls and a high ceiling, pots and pans were scattered everywhere, there were four tables identical to those in the great hall and a brick fireplace at the other end of the room.
“Wow...” I said following James in.
“Master James! What can Twink do for master and his company?” An elderly house elf squeaked.
“Hi Twink, this is my friend Lily. We missed dinner so i was wondering if we could get something to eat please.”
“Of course master James, is there anything to masters fancy?”
“Could we just get a couple of beef sandwiches and a treacle tart?” James asked politely.
“Certainly master James. Twink will be right back, please sit down.” Said the elf before disappearing.
“That’s Twink; he’s one of my family’s elves. He comes to Hogwarts with me every year.” James explained as we took a seat at one of the tables.
“Right... so why is my idea a bloody bloke’s worst nightmare?”
“Well it’s not your idea it’s just balls in general. I mean you have to ask a girl to be your date and face possible rejection and there’s always someone who ends up date less and has a break down. Then you have to worry about having dress robes and then there’s the ball it’s self, you spend the night getting punch and dancing to ridiculously slow songs. I remember my parents hosted a masquerade ball at our house once, it was so boring. The only fun part was trying to guess who’s who.” He explained. Twink came back a few seconds later with a plate of sandwiches and a treacle tart.
“Well that’s that idea canned i guess... unless...” I sighed as he took a bite of one of the sandwiches.
“Unless what?” He asked with his mouthful. I swallowed my own mouthful of sandwich before replying.
“What if we did make it masquerade? No one’s allowed to come with a date, wear what ever you like as long as you’ve got a mask. Bring what kind of music you want played and wait your turn to have your song played, rather then having boring slow music.”
“Now that... Is a good idea.” James replied smiling.
“There’s beef stuck in your teeth” I laughed.
“Saving it for later. So when do we want to do this ball?” He joked.
“What about New years eve? That way it’s an excuse to stay up late. First to third years can have until 10pm. Forth to sixth years can have until 11pm and we seventh years have until midnight.”
“That’s a brilliant idea Lily... you want some tart?”
“Thanks. Yes please”
“We should get a message to Dumbledore tomorrow, he can announce it at lunch or dinner, or even breakfast if we get to him early enough. That way everyone knows and we don’t have to make posters and try get all the houses involved.”
“Sounds good to me.”