𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 !!!DISCONTINUED!!!

Looking For Dates

December 4, 1994

After the First Task, Harry and Ziad opened their golden eggs. Once they did, however, an extremely loud screeching sound came out of it, which forced the two to close it.

Shortly afterwards, Hermione and Max did learn about the kitchens where the house elves worked.

It has been a month since then, and Harry and Ziad still couldn't figure out the golden egg.

Right now, the quintet are in the Great Hall having breakfast. Ziad looked around and saw everyone looking at him and Hermione curiously.

Hermione: Look at this! I can't believe she's done it again! "Ms. Hermione Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to have developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey, sources report, in none other than the Bulgarian bonbon Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Ziad Keera is taking this latest emotional blow."

Ziad: (angrily) Excuse me?! That prick's 18! That son of a...

Just then, Nigel Wolpert, a Gryffindor first year, walked up to Ron.

Nigel: Letter for you, Mr. Weasley.

Ron: Thank you, Nigel.

However, Nigel didn't move. He just stood there looking at Harry and Ziad.

Ron: Not now, Nigel. Later.

Nigel walked away as Ron looked at Ziad and Harry.

Max: What was that about?

Ron: I told him I'd get him Ziad and Harry's autographs. (reads the letter) Oh, wait, Mum's saying something about those dress robes we had to get.

Max: You mean those ugly, tattered ones that look like something out of the 1700's?

Ron: Please don't remind me.

Max: Kinda hard not to. If you plan on going in your birthday suit, let me know. I promised to send your mom pictures of you butt-ass naked.

Ron banged his head on the table, causing the rest of the quintet to laugh.

Timeskip

Later that day, every Gryffindor who was in fourth year or above were assembled in a large room. The boys sat on one side, and the girls sat in another while McGonagall made an announcement.

McGonagall: The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas Eve, we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for a night of well mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school, I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this because the Yule Ball is first and foremost....a dance.

Some of the boys groaned while most of the girls looked ecstatic. Ziad didn't see the big deal.

McGonagall: Silence! The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the Wizarding World for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons!

Fred: (to George) Try saying that 5 times fast.

George tried, but failed.

McGonagall: Now to dance is to let the body breathe. Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight. Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance. Mr. Weasley! Will you join me?

Ron: Me?

McGonagall: Yes, now please join me.

Ron made his way over to McGonagall.