Harry hopelessly tried to flatten his hair whilst looking at the mirror. He had received an invitation to “Professor Snape’s Annual St. Patrick’s Day Luau”. Actually, this was Professor Snape’s first time to throw a party. Who would ever imagine Snape hosting a party? I would, of course. Yes, that would be good times, good times.
Ron entered the dormitories, stood beside Harry and tried to fix his bow tie. “Say Harry, why are we going to Snape’s party?”
“I have a couple of reasons. One, we get free food! Two, most of the students are there, and it would be bad for my image if I didn’t mingle with my fans. And three, who would ever resist Snape?!”
Ron eyed me menacingly, I don’t know why, then he shrugged. “Mmmkay… You the boss, I’m just the humble sidekick.”
The two went down to the common room, and saw Hermione putting something on Neville’s shoulders.
“Gasp! ‘Mione, are those wings?”
“Faerie wings to be exact! Neville wanted to stand out amongst the crowd.”
“I feel pretty, pretty like a butterfly!” Neville said in a singsong manner, whilst running around in circles, trying to flap his wings.
Harry then interrupted. “Um… ‘tis not a Secret Fairy Convention we’re attending… It’s the St. Patrick’s Day Luau!”
“Whatever… well, follow me, my pretties!” and with that said, Neville flew out of the portrait hole, with Hermione right behind feeling oh-so-happy, and Harry and Ron, who both shook their heads and wished that they could’ve done the same thing.
As they walked out of the oak front doors and towards the grounds, a lovely sight greeted them. The area near the lake was enchanted to look like the beach. It seemed like even Professor Dumbledore did this feat himself, because we see the Headmaster trying to overcome a 50-feet wave, riding his skateboard. On the beach were hut-like kiosks, and because of the theme, they were adorned with shamrocks and were run by leprechauns.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville the faerie decided to go to the main tent were all the food was placed. On the way, they saw Professor Flitwick being prodded on by Professor McGonagall to dance with the newly cooked roasted pig which was doing the boogie. Flitwick promised that he would, but only if Professor McGonagall would kiss a tiki torch that was burning red hot. And so they shook hands, and after a few minutes, Madame Pomfrey rushed into the scene with stretchers, muttering something as March being the Fire Prevention Month whilst bringing the professor to the hospital wing for second-degree burns.
The students finally got the time to approach the food table after the incident. Neville picked up a plate and filled it with pineapples, pineapples and more pineapples. Oh, did I say pineapples? Anyways, Harry gave him an odd look and tried putting some barbecued pork into his plate. But Neville the faerie gave Harry a menacing look and puffed, “I’m on a diet. Buzz off!” And he flew on top of a coconut tree.
Meanwhile, Ron was frantically searching for a particular, or maybe a random delicacy. Hermione was getting dizzy by just looking at Ron’s raucous behavior, so she held him by his collar to stop, and then she inquired. “What are you so worried about?”
“The pies.” He sighed. “Who ate all the pies? There must be at least a groundhog pie here! Even if not, any kind of pie would do.”
He turned over a large punch bowl hoping there was some pies underneath, but there aren’t any, and the bowl fell on Mrs. Norris.
Hermione pointed out, “Why don’t you ask Snape? He threw this party, you know. He must’ve some kind of explanation.”
“Yeah. Speaking of the sexy angel, where is he?” Harry added. He got no answer, so he decided to look at a rock-shaped garbage can, but no Snape there, only a gooey Mrs. Norris.
After a few moments, our host finally arrived, wearing a rather gorgeous… tatatara-tada… green cross.
Sounds of disgust, awe and admiration were heard from the crowd. And in a blink of an eye, they went back to whatever they were doing, particularly frolicking on the beach.
“Yo Professor! Whaddup wit da get-up?”
“Now, now, Draco. Talk nicely. As you can see, I’m just trying to fit in with the occasion. I’m wearing green, because I don’t want anyone to pinch my delicate skin. My dress is shaped like a cross, be cause St. Patrick is a saint, you get the picture. And…” He pulled something from behind him, and put it around his waist. “I wouldn’t call it a luau if I didn’t get the opportunity to dance the hula now, would I? Oh, girls!!!”
He whistled and clapped his hands, as if he was calling somebody. And out came from a random hut, five EEFF darers. Cass lead the pack, who looked so stunning in her skirt, she could’ve stolen the show from Snape. There were also Zy, Kris and Emma, who were all desperately trying to cover their mouths with their hands, hoping no one could see them drool. Lastly, we have Lotus, wearing a bushranger’s hat and a gerbera on her ear, proudly representing Australia.
Out of nowhere, the theme song of “Lilo and Stitch” played, and the six people began swaying their hips. I might describe it a bit more, but I got lazy/busy watching, so just imagine it.
As others, *cough*especiallyme*cough* were watching the show, Harry suddenly hugged Ron. “There’s something about you that’s causing me to hug you. It’s like I don’t have a will of my own.” Ron replied, in a voice which is reminiscent Potter Puppet Pals, “I love you, Harry.”
Neville swooped down from the coconut tree wherein he was perched a while ago and yelled, “Slash! Slash!” I think he was trying to get Zy’s attention, but she was to busy doing her thing on the dance floor that she forgot to summon the Slash Monster. Neville tried to take matters in his own hand so he took his wand, pointed it to Harry and Ron, who have separated from each other, and Neville muttered Agadi Agudu.
Neville forgot that he was a faerie at that moment, and he also forgot that faeries who do harmful things to others would find that their plans wouldn’t work, but would backfire to them. So instead of Harry and Ron being hexed, the spell hit Neville back and he was blown up to the sky by a big rocket, which turned out to be an enormous fireworks. The crowd below watched in awe as the rocket blew up to pieces and produced different colors, and also sending Neville to a nearby cloud.
At last, the party ended, everyone was happy, Snape didn’t dare to drive because he was drunk. Furthermore, they forgot that Neville the faerie was still somewhere there up the sky.

Marcella_Riddle's dare:
The fic must include the lines:
"Who ate all the pies?"
"I feel pretty, pretty like a butterfly."
It must also include:
*Snape cross-dressing.
*Someone kissing an inanimate object.
*A charmed dancing item of food.
*A spell backfiring that has funny consequences
Due date: 23rd March.

Biochemkris's dare:
1) Snape throws a party- any occasion you want.
2) Someone must say, "There's something about you that's causing me to hug you. It's like I have no will of my own."
3) Two characters hook up at the party- you choose.
4) The Evil Elite make an appearance at some point.
Due date: 20th March.