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the night goes on 🦋✨📘🪄
THE GREAT HALL WAS COVERED IN A FROST OF SPARKLING SILVER. There were also garlands of ivy and mistletoe hanging on the ceiling over the dark night sky. The house tables were gone instead there were over a hundred tables that could seat a dozen people, these tables had lanterns in the centre of them. Harry and Electra were chaperoned to the top table along with the other champions and their partners. Once they reached the table Percy Weasley pulled a chair next to him out indicating that Harry should sit there next to him. So Electra ends up on one side of Harry and Percy on the other.
"I've been promoted," Percy says to Harry, he says it with immense pride, "I'm now Mr Crouch's personal assistant, and I'm here representing him,"
Electra zoned out of that conversation she wasn't even in, turning to where Iris was sat next to a particularly unhappy-looking Ron. That didn't seem to bother Iris who had just struck up a conversation with the people next to her instead. Which was no surprise.
Electra spent the meal listening in on other people's conversations, which Harry was doing as well. The highlights were when discussing the school's secrets Dumbledore mentioned a room he had never seen before full of toilets when he had needed it in the early morning. He had supposed, "Possibly it is only accessible at five-thirty in the morning. Or it may only appear at the quarter moon - or when the seeker has an exceptionally full bladder,"
The other highlight was trying not to laugh at Hermione attempting to teach Krum how to say her name. It didn't go very well. But it was certainly entertaining.
But the feast didn't last forever. Dumbledore created a dance floor with magic, moving the tables and creating a platform with musical instruments on. They had to dance.
"Fuck," Electra hissed as she stood up along with the rest of the champions and their dates. Harry didn't stand up.
"What?" Harry says looking over at her. She just raises her brows at him, "Oh," he realises standing up and tripping over his dress robes in the process.
"Y'alright?" Electra asks, holding out a tentative hand.
"Yeah," Harry nods.
"Let's get this over with," Electra tells him. He nods, taking the hand that was still reaching in his direction. So reluctantly they made their way towards the dance floor.
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ELECTRA AND HARRY LEFT THE DANCE FLOOR AS QUICKLY AS THEY COULD. They were both happy to sit at the table Ron and Iris were at despite Ron's sour expression. Iris was quick to stroll out onto the dance floor by herself because she was very aware that Ron was not gonna ask her to dance, not that she cared she did it all with a smile. So Electra slumped back in her seat after refusing Iris's offer to come with her.
