Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

The Yule Ball

           "Who’reyougoingwith?"heyelledafterHermione,butshejustwavedanddisappearedupthestonestepsintothecastle.

           TherewasnoChristmasteatoday,astheballincludedafeast,soatseveno’clock,whenithadbecomehardtoaimproperly,theothersabandonedtheirsnowballfightandtroopedbacktothecommonroom.TheFatLadywassittinginherframewithherfriendVioletfromdownstairs,bothofthemextremelytipsy,emptyboxesofchocolateliqueurslitteringthebottomotherpicture.

           "Lairyfights,that’stheone!"shegiggledwhentheygavethepassword,andsheswungforwardtolettheminside.

           Harry,Ron,Seamus,Dean,andNevillechangedintotheirdressrobesupintheirdormitory,allofthemlookingveryself-conscious,butnoneasmuchasRon,whosurveyedhimselfinthelongmirrorinthecornerwithanappalledlookonhisface.Therewasjustnogettingaroundthefactthathisrobeslookedmorelikeadressthananythingelse.Inadesperateattempttomakethemlookmoremanly,heusedaSeveringCharmontheruffandcuffs.Itworkedfairlywell;atleasthewasnowlace-free,althoughhehadn’tdoneaveryneatjob,andtheedgesstilllookeddepressinglyfrayedastheboyssetoffdownstairs.

           "Istillcan’tworkouthowyoutwogotthebest-lookinggirlsintheyear,"mutteredDean.

           "Animalmagnetism,"saidRongloomily,pullingstraythreadsoutofhiscuffs.

           Thecommonroomlookedstrange,fullofpeoplewearingdifferentcolorsinsteadoftheusualmassofblack.ParvatiwaswaitingforHarryatthefootofthestairs.

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