HP-Hogwarts Story So Far

Transcript Six

Back in the Dining Room

 

Inside the conversation again turned to the subject of the Daily Prophet article:

Madison watched everything that happened from her seat. She decided not to butt in, but was furious about what Rita Skeeter had written. *There's no proof anywhere that Riala, or any other student here, did that! * She thought angrily. She looked around again, relieved when she saw Lee come in through the door. She was feeling quite awkward sitting there by herself when everyone around her was yelling at each other.

Lee took his seat next to Madison, and looked around curiously. "Hey, what happened here?"

Just than a small pure black owl flew into the room with strangely a black envelope. The owl landed next to Peesey. Taking off the letter Peesey tried to act discreet and opened it. A voice softly poured from the letter (something similar to a howler except not as loud in fact almost softer than a normal voice.) He looked around to see that everyone who had seen the owl was still looking curiously at him as if they couldn't hear her voice themselves than he brought his attention back to the letter-voice and found the explanation. "and new spell I tried called voice mail. I specified this one to you so you will be the only one to hear this." the voice sighed. "Well, Peesey, It took me a while to get the courage to send this didn't it!" she laughed slightly. "My purpose is, well I'd like you to go to the ball with me.. Please?" she was almost pleading. "I know that my reputation isn't the cleanest right now but, really I am innocent, and" another sigh. "If you don't want to I can understand just tell me soon if you could? Sincerely yours, Riala".

Peesey delighted at this (as he was smiling) went off in search of Riala. He had no idea where she might be and he wanted to tell her in person what he had to say. Before he left he asked Morticia if she'd seen her.

Morticia couldn't help him much. "She keeps so much for herself since...you know. It's because all the others are blaming her for it. Maybe she's in the common room?"

In the midst of all the commotion, Winifred stood up from her seat. A bit nervous, she walked over to Kali. She said something to him and they both moved toward a corner of the common room. They talked quietly, but still loud enough that someone could have heard.

"Hey Kali, I know it's kind of last minute, and I don't know if you're even up for it, but I was thinking that maybe we could, um, go to the ball together?" Winifred inquired, looking hopeful. Kali appeared a bit flustered yet obviously knew it was inevitable that he would be asked.

"Sure, well I suppose that would be all right," he responded.

Winifred heaved a sigh of relief. "Thanks. I still don't know what I'll do for a costume, but I'm sure I can conjure something up..."

Kali began to shake. What had he said? Had he actually said he would go to the ball with this Winifred? Sure, there was nothing *wrong* with her, but it was just so out of character for him. He put it down to a temporary lapse in concentration, what with all the confusion and uproar in the room this morning. But what was he going to wear? Sure, he'd managed to get hold of a few more robes since he arrived at Hogwarts, but these were just "work" robes really, he had nothing suitable for a ball. And what was he supposed to do at this ball? Dance? The thought of it made him feel weak at the knees already.

He gave Winifred a weak smile, as if to show that none of this was her fault.

Winifred noticed that Kali appeared uneasy. Had she done the right thing in asking him? She started to regret her decision; after all social events weren't exactly her thing. Of course it was too late to do anything about it now.

"Okay, well, I'll see you later then," she said quickly and then rushed out of the room.

* * *

Back inside the dining hall, as Marvo starts towards the door he thinks about what he is going to do.

His mind is in such turmoil, so much is going on and so many conflicting emotions he hasn't felt this way since... since. He can't bring himself to remember that day three years ago. He shakes his head, and with the 'London' thing, well. he was NOT having a good time at the moment, and just wished he could get this whole affair over with. But then again, he really DID like it here... Oh the confusion!

Morticia looks after Marvo and shrugs, but she still seems to be angry with him. "No matter WHO he thinks he is, nobody should be poking around in the private matters of others like that," she mutters to anyone who'll listen, "not even Dumbledore does. Not even the Ministries of Magic are as annoying as him." She sighs. "Doesn't mean I totally dislike him, I'm just sick of him behaving sooo important! Anyone for a little Quidditch practice today? I really need to fly more, I'll lose my condition."

(Note: When Kat asks somebody to check Nathan's gift, that person finds it is indeed charmed: it seems Nathan has put a very mild love-charm on the bracelet and the ring. Not one that would actually make Kat fall in love with him, but one that will doubtlessly make her feel more friendly towards him.)

If Marvo heard any of Morticia's comments, he gave no indication. He continued to the door, glancing quickly at the copy of the Daily Prophet in Andy's hand and then leaves the room.

* * *

Sarah was possibly the most miserable in the room at this moment. She thought her teasing of Nimue had been fair enough given the girl's high and mighty attitude and weird behaviour of late. Why anyone would choose to work for Professor Snape was beyond her? He was icky and bad-tempered (she'd had more than one telling off from him over her sloppy assignments).

Yet it had rebounded badly on her and now she had alienated Kat, whom she liked quite a lot. There was also the matter of the spell. How long would she be unable to speak? Would it wear off or did it need Kat to undo it? Morticia also seemed to have favoured Nimue's side, which again came as some surprise to Sarah, who wasn't the brightest spark.

She was glad when Marvo left the room though he hadn't reacted to her taunting of Nimue had he? Probably had other things on his mind. He had also seemed to put Morticia's back up with his uncouth behaviour. Thing was it enough to put her own little indiscretion out of people's minds?

She was happy about Morticia's suggestion of some Quidditch practice and smiled at her indicating her own willingness to get out there and get some flying in. She did this through the use of creative and rather silly mime hoping this might help to dispel any lingering upsets with her.

Morticia sees Sarah's desperate attempt to express herself and can't help laughing. "Oh, Sarah, I'm sorry, I totally forgot about you!"

She raises her wand. "Sonorus! That should do. So you're in with us then? Great! I think we all need to get our heads into the air to let the wind blow out this miserable mood, otherwise the ball will be the ultimate catastrophe!"

Sarah was delighted at getting her voice back and jumped about in a merry little dance.

"Thank you, thank you Morticia." she croaked (all the shouting she had done when the spell was on her had strained her vocal chords a bit).

"Yes, yes I'm with you .... I'll get my broom and see you on the field." She then ran out the door (passing Nimue, Marvo and Kat engaged in whatever they were doing) and back to Ravenclaw to change up. She'd much rather be doing that than any silly old dancing anyway.

She'd probably not go to the Ball anyway now as she probably was the only girl she knew who hadn't got someone to go with.

Still the day was young, the weather clear and there was Quidditch to play!