Odin In The Wizarding World

Following the events in the evening, not only did Irena's and Edward's popularity instantly skyrocket, so did Harry Potter's. Going from most hated to one of the most popular three students currently lifing at Hogwarts, the kid's overall demeanour became instantly more relaxt the fllowing day.

With the ranking obvious, but not announced ast night, rankings that where hung near the entrance of the Great Hall draw the attention of anyone, with yhe rankings being as follows:

1. Edward Granger

2. Irena Proudmore

3. Harry Potter

4. Cedric Digory

5. Victor Krum

6. Fleur Delacour

Sitting together with his two beautiful fiancees, his sister and her friends in the Great Hall for breakfast, Edward has a bright smile on his face, while observing his surroundings.

He sees Harry looking at a beautiful asian girl named Cho, who sometimes looks back at him. The only problem with that being the one time, their eyes met and Harry spills milk from his mouth.

''Look at this!...'' Edward suddenly hears his sister complain and curse from behind a newspaper. ''... I can't believe it she's done it. 'Miss Granger, sister of Edward Granger, a plain but ambitious girl seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey sources report is none other than the Bulgarian bon-bon Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow'. That f.u.c.k.i.n.g bitch.''

''I agree with you on that one...'' Says Irena, while eating a meaty sandwich. Winking her eyes at Edward teasing him, she states. ''... Rita Seeker is a bitch, no critic comming from me on that.''

Ignoring his girlfriend's comment, Edward tells his sister. ''Just relax lil sis...'' Pointing at the article of the front page, that calls him the 'NEXT GREAT THREAT TO THE WIZARDING COMMUNITY', he says. ''... At least she doesn't call you the next Voldmord.''

Earning himself a chuclle and a fist bump from Harry across the table, Edward spots a young boy walking up to Ron, Harry and Hetmiones red haired friend that still hates him, holding a package.

''Parcel for you Mr Weasley.'' Says the boy to Ron.

Taking the package, Ron tells the boy. ''Thank you Nigel.''

The Nigel in question, instead of walking away, blatantly gazes at Harry, Irena and Edward.

Noticing his little poastman's awakward behaviour, Ron mumers to him. ''Not now Nigel. Later. Go on.''

Seeing Nigel nod before leaving, Edward like everyboy gives Ron an evil eye for apparently exploiting the boy.

''What? I told him I'd get him Harry's autograph...'' The red head says in his defence,while reading the return address, as he opens the package. ''Oh look mum's sent me something... Mum sent me a dress??''

''You know that is still childlabour...'' Comments Sibilla, before noticing the 'dress' in question. ''... Nice suit, I guess.''

Laughing with everybody, Edward hears Harry ad to the excitement by commenting. '' Well it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet?''

In an attempt to escape the inevetable, Ron runs over to another table to his Ginny, the cute red head Edward had met when going shopping with Hermione. From his place between Sibilla and Irena, Edward can hear ron tell his sister. ''These must be for you.''

Snickering Ginny tells her brother. ''I'm not wearing that it's ghastly.''

From everybody that laughts once again, Hermione is the loudest.

Looking pissed at Hermione, Ron asks her. ''What are you on about?''

Snickering, just as annoying as Ginny before her Hermione tells Ron. ''They're not for Ginny they're for you! Dress robes.''

''Dress robes? For what?'' Asks Ron, looking stupid.

Smirking at the boys sillyness, Edward tells him. '' The yule ball,what else? It has been a tradition of the tri-wizard tournament since its

inception. On Christmas eve night we your guests and you gather in the great hall for well mannered frivolity. As representitives of the host school everybody expects you guys to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the yule ball is first and foremost... a dance.''

Seeing both Ron and Harry groan, only the red head grumbles. ''Darn it. You sound exactly like McGonagall.''

''Speeking of the ball... Which one of us, your beautiful fiancees, are you taking to it?'' Asks Sibilla suddenly ot of nowhere, instantly drawing the attention of everyone of their small group.

Showing a teasing smile on her face, Irena also asks him. ''Yeah, wich one of us are you escorting to the ball?''

''Surely not you, you little devil...'' Shoots Edward back at her, before asking his sister and her friends. ''... What about you guys and lil sis, any dates?...'' Seeing the three of them shacke their head in shame, he comments shocked. ''... Oh, come on you two. Especially Potter! You can face of against a dragon but are unable to ask a girl out on a date? Not even my little sister, one of your alleged best friends?''

That said, Harry looks somewhere guilty and Ron suddenly has a stupid grin on his face. Leaning over to Hermione, he asks. ''Hey, Hermione. Who about us...''

''Not you Weasel be...'' Interrupts Edward the red head, his voice unnaturaly deep, pupils glowing golden and an air of kinglyness around him, that makes everybody uncomfortable, the exception being the Proudmore Twins. Feeling both Sibilla and Irena tuck each one of his arms, the former Allfather calms down, his voice and appearance changing back. Taking a deep breath, he say to Ron. ''... Before you ask my sister out, I will escort her myself to the ball.''

''Uh, great!...'' Exclaims Hermione before saying. ''... My dress will fit so good to one of your extravagant outfits!''

Feeling dark violent cold stares comming his way from his left and right, Edward tells his fiancees. ''Don't look at me like that. She is my sister and these two dimwits didn't think about her...'' He says while pointing at Ron and Harry, who now look even more embarrassed than before.

''That didn't stop you in the past...'' States Sibilla before Irena explains. ''... Remember your 'sister' Hera... The one you left on that mountain.''

''That is not what happened, I...'' Wants Edward to explain, but curtain pale, black haired teacher suddenly appears from out of nowhere interrupting him. ''Mr Granger, Dumbledore wants to see you in his office for to have a little chat. I guess he has some questions he wants to have answered...'' Seeing Ron' age old dress robes, Snape comments. ''... I might want to transfigure that thing into something more appropriate for the Yule Ball, as to not fully embaress myself and my companion for the occasion, Mr Weasly.''

''Thank you for telling me, Professor Snape...'' Says Edward, happy to get out of this sticky situation with hid sister and fiancess. As he gets up from his place, he whispers to Irena. ''... I call upon the favour you still owe me. You take Sibilla to the ball as your plus one.''

As he is about to leave, he hears Irena ask. ''Are you sure? You could have also asked me for a more personal favour... I could have take care of your... ahm... needs.''

Knowing that she is revering to s.e.x.u.a.l services, Edward remains firm in his decision, sonce he knows that to enjoy her services, he will need to have balls and a c.o.c.k, which he might lose, if he isn't using his favour on that.

Noding at Irena, Edward leaves the Great Hall, his friends and Snape to go to Dumbledores office. Walking through the Tapestry Corridor to get there, he finds Mad-Eye carry a box containing several ingredients out of a room labled 'Potions Storeroom', while acting very suspicious. Filing away the information in his head, Edward continues his journey to the headmaster's tower and Dumbledores office.