ZOMG BALL who → EVERYONE what → the ball of course! when → saturday evening - 7 o'clock where → great hall rating → uhm...PG for now? possibly PG-13 for drinkies
The Great Hall was decorated elegantly with flowing fabrics and bright beautiful candelabras. An enchanted suit of armor greeted people at the door and took coats and scarves, and all the house tables had been moved to make room for a rich oak dance floor. At the head of the room, where the Professors' table should be was a stage covered in creeping ivy and roses that would have given the balcony in Romeo and Juliet a run for its money. Everything seemed to sparkle and even the tables of food seemed to glow. There were treacle tarts and fudgie pies, cockroach clusters and bloodpops. A teeming pool of punch sat just underneath a fountain that was flowing with the pink juice, and another sat just to the left of it, only this one was of chocolate and a platter of various fruits and nuts were available for dipping.
Little wicker benches were set here and there around the hall and small intimate tables lit with beautiful candles and bouquets were scattered around the dance floor. As soon as people started arriving the hired disk jockey started the music and the overhead lights dimmed. The bass could be heard outside the double doors and even though it was early there were already people dancing. The prominent colours were cream and pink, soft pastels, and all the house ghosts were there to celebrate.
McGonagall sat in the corner, watching her students with a small smile on her lips. She remembered what it was like to be young and she knew the kids needed this, especially after Marilyn Whitby had gone missing. This year was off to a gruesome start and it was beginning to look like Harry Potter's sixth year at school there. It scared her and she wished that Albus could be there with her, but she shoved those thoughts away and continued to monitor the students. If anyone was planning on spiking the punch they'd have to get past her first. The bands would be arriving soon, eight o'clock to be exact, and each band would get an hour to play. She didn't care much for their music, but at least they could be stress free for a few hours this evening.