Hello children, *yawns* as the day wanes so does this story ... it's deviated, and meandered and I feel it has long gone past it's course and now we must set it to going home ... Max misses his mother ... and this story does too. So we begin the conclusion ...



Well, I'm not the kind to live in the past
The years run too short and the days too fast
The things you lean on
Are the things that don't last
Well, it's just now
And then my line gets cast into these
Time passages
There's something back here that you left behind
Oh, time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight

Time passes ever so slowly when it creeps and crawls through the edges of our tired bored minds, making the long hours longer and the days wearier and more filled with time. Except the opposite is true, time passes ever too quickly like sands through our hands flowing down into the abyss of past time. So the days went quickly and the time of the great Chocolate Paris Lover's Day Ball finally came. The day, mind you, not the night and where there's time there's time for mischief.

"I can't believe I'm going to this thing," Ron complained to Harry again.

"We have to go, we're Ginny and Luna's escorts, and Ottery wanted us there for something," Harry replied as he adjusted his tie. "What I don't get is why he wanted us dressed for the event so early and why he wants us to take that," and here he pointed at something, "with us."

"You get the odd feeling, mate, he's trying to use us as bait or something?" Ron asked.

Harry merely shrugged and looked at himself in the mirror. Sure, he looked dashing in his best robes but he couldn't understand why Ottery wanted him dressed for it so early.

In a room further up and away, Luna and Ginny were done with their hair and were still deciding what accessories would go with their dresses. Much to the boy's chagrin, they were no more ready than the sun was setting early that morning.

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