The bell was due to ring at any moment, and Harry and Ron, who had been having a sword fight with a couple of Fred and George's fake wands at the back of the class, looked up, Ron holding a tin parrot and Harry, a rubber haddock
Les garçons ne grandissent jamais (bon ok ça m'aurait amusé aussi)C'est pas trop cool qu'ils aient le droit d'y aller qu'a partir de la quatrième année, surtout si on peut invité quelqu'un de plus jeune, ça veut dire que ce n'est même pas une question d'heure de couché ou quoi".
Et c'est bien le bal se termine à minuit, ça sera le soir de l'année où ils se coucheront le plus tôt
"Potter, the champions and their partners -"
  "What partners?" said Harry.
  Profesor McGonagall looked suspiciously at him, as though she thought he was trying to be funny.
  "Your partners for the Yule Ball, Potter," she said coldly. "Your dance partners."
  Harry's insides seemed to curl up and shrivel.
  "Dance partners?" He felt himself going red. "I don't dance," he said quickly.
  "Oh yes, you do," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "That's what I'm telling you.
  Traditionally, the champions and their partners open the ball."
  Harry had a sudden mental image of himself in a top hat and tails, accompanied by a girl in the sort of frilly dress Aunt Petunia always wore to Uncle Vernon's work parties.
  "I'm not dancing," he said.
  "It is traditional," said Professor McGonagall firmly. "You are a Hogwarts champion, and you will do what is expected of you as a representative of the school. So make sure you get yourself a partner, Potter."
  "But-I don't-"
Ce passage est trop drôle! On sent bien la détresse d'Harry, qui ne veut pas comprendre! J'imagine trop comment je serais à sa place. Ils pourraient le dispenser d'ouverture de bal, après tout il ne voulait pas être un champion.  "What partners?" said Harry.
  Profesor McGonagall looked suspiciously at him, as though she thought he was trying to be funny.
  "Your partners for the Yule Ball, Potter," she said coldly. "Your dance partners."
  Harry's insides seemed to curl up and shrivel.
  "Dance partners?" He felt himself going red. "I don't dance," he said quickly.
  "Oh yes, you do," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "That's what I'm telling you.
  Traditionally, the champions and their partners open the ball."
  Harry had a sudden mental image of himself in a top hat and tails, accompanied by a girl in the sort of frilly dress Aunt Petunia always wore to Uncle Vernon's work parties.
  "I'm not dancing," he said.
  "It is traditional," said Professor McGonagall firmly. "You are a Hogwarts champion, and you will do what is expected of you as a representative of the school. So make sure you get yourself a partner, Potter."
  "But-I don't-"
Et si les champions avaient voulu rentrer chez eux pour Noël?
Bon Ron à un tact légendaire! Et je ne me souvenais plus qu'Harry avait dit non à plusieurs personnes.
J'avoue que je suis bien contente qu'en France on n'ait pas de "prom" parce que cette épreuve de trouver un cavalier/une cavalière, c'est trop horrible!
"Wangoballwime?"
En grande timide, je ne sais pas comment il a réussi à dire ça!