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emjay · 08-24-2008, 08:14 PM

Whatever help he thought Lupin might give him, Harry was sadly mistaken. When Harry went to visit the professor in his office on his first day back, he was a bit surprised to find Lupin rubbing his hands together with glee over the thought of the Hogwarts Fashion Extravaganza (as the professor now liked to call it). “Don’t worry, Harry,” said Lupin, with a gleam in his eye. “I may be back to teach the class, but Professor Klum has promised to return for the Yule Ball to judge the clothing designs. I think she may even let me help her with rating the new fashions,” he added with a grin.

Harry certainly wasn’t concerned with that, but, after seeing Lupin’s enthusiasm for Haute Couture, he felt he had no choice but to resign himself to getting the work done with Parvati to get a passing grade. He briefly thought of starting a petition against the absurd assignment as he walked back to the portrait hole (“I don’t like Spam!”), but as he saw all the other students eagerly working on their homework, he knew no one would sign it.

“There you are Harry!” exclaimed Parvati as Harry entered the common room. “We really need to get started on our assignment. There’s only a week left until the Yule Ball and everyone else is nearly finished!”

Harry looked around at the pairs of students huddled around fabric samples and assorted embellishments. Ron and Lavender were busy attaching sequins with crazy glue onto what looked like to be a very low-cut robe. Neville, the Herbologist fanatic, insisted to Hermione that they incorporate puffapods into their project.

“Erm . . . , ok, Neville,” said Hermione, hesitantly. “They might look alright around the hemline . . .”

“Look, what I have!” exclaimed Neville, after they were finished sewing on the puffapod flowers. Hermione looked up and saw Neville holding what appeared to be a decent sized bottle of perfume. “This is Gran’s favorite brand of perfume, Chanel No. 5. I think it would add a nice touch to our project, don’t you think?”

Hermione wasn’t sure how spraying their robes with perfume would help, nor did she want to know why Neville was carrying around a bottle of his Gran’s perfume, so she just timidly nodded as Neville applied the fragrance.

A fight soon broke out among the Gryffs after Seamus accused Ron of trying to copy his light-up hat idea and when Lavender was sure that Hermione was sneaking off with her sequins. Avoiding the conflict, Harry found a quiet corner in the common room and went to work on his assignment with Parvati.

During breakfast the next morning, Dumbledore called for “Silence!” to make a very special announcement. “As you all may have heard, the Weird Sisters had been scheduled to play at the Yule Ball. Unfortunately, due to an unforeseen accident involving a comb, a pair of socks, and a swarm of Billywigs, they’ve had to cancel.” This last statement was met with a loud roar of outrage as the children shouted out their disappointment. The Weird Sisters was the favorite band of wizarding children, after all.

The crowd quieted down as Dumbledore shouted for “Silence!” again. “I do understand your disappointment, but I’m sure you’ll be pleased to hear that in place of the Weird Sisters, the Rolling Stones will be entertaining us at the Ball!” Dumbledore beamed around at them all but was greeted with looks of bewilderment and murmurs of confusion, as most of the kids had never heard of the band.

Hermione alone clapped her hands together as she grinned and squealed to Lavender, “Oooh, I’m so excited to see the Rolling Stones! My mum and I listen to them all the time. I have such a crush on the singer!” Ron seemed to think this was very funny which caused Hermione to turn a deep shade of pink.

As the Yule Ball approached and the kids finished up their designs, Ron was having a hard time locating Lavender. It turned out that she was in the hospital wing being treated for a particularly nasty case of boils brought on by an advanced furnunculous hex that was proving difficult to cure. When Ron went to visit her, she threw her hands over her face and shrieked, “I can’t go to the Ball looking like this! I can’t model the robes, you’ll have to go with someone else!” And the poor girl burst into tears. Ron tried to be sympathetic but he was also thinking of himself and how he had no one to go to the Yule Ball with (the kids decided their class partners would be their dates – it was just easier that way) nor a partner to model the clothes. Their project happened to be a dress created for a witch and he didn’t want to be the one to wear it in front of the entire school.

Sighing, Ron walked around the corridors, stopping when he heard a familiar, dreamy voice. “Hello, Ronald.”

“Hi, Luna,” Ron said, “So, uh . . . who are you going to the Ball with?”

“Oh, I hadn’t really thought of going,” Luna replied airily. “I’ve been a little busy making sure there were no nargles in the mistletoe hung around the castle. They certainly can be pesky, you know.”

“Oh, right,” hesitated a bemused Ron. “I was hoping you could help me out . . . my design partner is in the hospital and I thought . . . maybe you could take her place and wear the robes we designed?”

“Alright, Ronald,” answered Luna as she floated away leaving Ronald to stare after her, bewildered.

Hopefully one more post, then the dare will be done!

08-24-2008, 08:14 PM	#10 (permalink)
emjay DMAC & DERP Pygmy Puff Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working Posts: 18,082 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year x12 x5	Part 3 Unforgivably Cursed \| adultescent Whatever help he thought Lupin might give him, Harry was sadly mistaken. When Harry went to visit the professor in his office on his first day back, he was a bit surprised to find Lupin rubbing his hands together with glee over the thought of the Hogwarts Fashion Extravaganza (as the professor now liked to call it). “Don’t worry, Harry,” said Lupin, with a gleam in his eye. “I may be back to teach the class, but Professor Klum has promised to return for the Yule Ball to judge the clothing designs. I think she may even let me help her with rating the new fashions,” he added with a grin. Harry certainly wasn’t concerned with that, but, after seeing Lupin’s enthusiasm for Haute Couture, he felt he had no choice but to resign himself to getting the work done with Parvati to get a passing grade. He briefly thought of starting a petition against the absurd assignment as he walked back to the portrait hole (“I don’t like Spam!”), but as he saw all the other students eagerly working on their homework, he knew no one would sign it. “There you are Harry!” exclaimed Parvati as Harry entered the common room. “We really need to get started on our assignment. There’s only a week left until the Yule Ball and everyone else is nearly finished!” Harry looked around at the pairs of students huddled around fabric samples and assorted embellishments. Ron and Lavender were busy attaching sequins with crazy glue onto what looked like to be a very low-cut robe. Neville, the Herbologist fanatic, insisted to Hermione that they incorporate puffapods into their project. “Erm . . . , ok, Neville,” said Hermione, hesitantly. “They might look alright around the hemline . . .” “Look, what I have!” exclaimed Neville, after they were finished sewing on the puffapod flowers. Hermione looked up and saw Neville holding what appeared to be a decent sized bottle of perfume. “This is Gran’s favorite brand of perfume, Chanel No. 5. I think it would add a nice touch to our project, don’t you think?” Hermione wasn’t sure how spraying their robes with perfume would help, nor did she want to know why Neville was carrying around a bottle of his Gran’s perfume, so she just timidly nodded as Neville applied the fragrance. A fight soon broke out among the Gryffs after Seamus accused Ron of trying to copy his light-up hat idea and when Lavender was sure that Hermione was sneaking off with her sequins. Avoiding the conflict, Harry found a quiet corner in the common room and went to work on his assignment with Parvati. During breakfast the next morning, Dumbledore called for “Silence!” to make a very special announcement. “As you all may have heard, the Weird Sisters had been scheduled to play at the Yule Ball. Unfortunately, due to an unforeseen accident involving a comb, a pair of socks, and a swarm of Billywigs, they’ve had to cancel.” This last statement was met with a loud roar of outrage as the children shouted out their disappointment. The Weird Sisters was the favorite band of wizarding children, after all. The crowd quieted down as Dumbledore shouted for “Silence!” again. “I do understand your disappointment, but I’m sure you’ll be pleased to hear that in place of the Weird Sisters, the Rolling Stones will be entertaining us at the Ball!” Dumbledore beamed around at them all but was greeted with looks of bewilderment and murmurs of confusion, as most of the kids had never heard of the band. Hermione alone clapped her hands together as she grinned and squealed to Lavender, “Oooh, I’m so excited to see the Rolling Stones! My mum and I listen to them all the time. I have such a crush on the singer!” Ron seemed to think this was very funny which caused Hermione to turn a deep shade of pink. As the Yule Ball approached and the kids finished up their designs, Ron was having a hard time locating Lavender. It turned out that she was in the hospital wing being treated for a particularly nasty case of boils brought on by an advanced furnunculous hex that was proving difficult to cure. When Ron went to visit her, she threw her hands over her face and shrieked, “I can’t go to the Ball looking like this! I can’t model the robes, you’ll have to go with someone else!” And the poor girl burst into tears. Ron tried to be sympathetic but he was also thinking of himself and how he had no one to go to the Yule Ball with (the kids decided their class partners would be their dates – it was just easier that way) nor a partner to model the clothes. Their project happened to be a dress created for a witch and he didn’t want to be the one to wear it in front of the entire school. Sighing, Ron walked around the corridors, stopping when he heard a familiar, dreamy voice. “Hello, Ronald.” “Hi, Luna,” Ron said, “So, uh . . . who are you going to the Ball with?” “Oh, I hadn’t really thought of going,” Luna replied airily. “I’ve been a little busy making sure there were no nargles in the mistletoe hung around the castle. They certainly can be pesky, you know.” “Oh, right,” hesitated a bemused Ron. “I was hoping you could help me out . . . my design partner is in the hospital and I thought . . . maybe you could take her place and wear the robes we designed?” “Alright, Ronald,” answered Luna as she floated away leaving Ronald to stare after her, bewildered. Hopefully one more post, then the dare will be done!