After stuffing himself with food, Harry was enjoying a delicious pudding. It was something that rarely appeared at regular meals.
Just then, Ron sidled over and whispered in Harry's ear, "Harry, do you want to go and see what Nick's Deathday Party is actually like?"
Harry paused for a moment and thought about it. He did seem to be just a tiny bit interested.
There were two main reasons they had not wanted to attend the Deathday Party.
First, a ghost banquet would definitely have nothing that living people like them could eat, so they would have to go hungry. They were not willing to do that.
Second, they had heard that Dumbledore had brought in a skeleton dance troupe-the famous Clickety-Clack Dance Troupe, no less.
But now they had already watched the dance. According to Ron, the skeleton dance troupe only performed one dance at a time, so there would not be any more later. Their stomachs were full, too, and so their curiosity resurfaced.
"Shall we take a look?" Ron suggested quietly when he saw Harry's visibly interested expression. Clearly, he was rather interested himself.
Ron, you're a typical Gryffindor boy, always recklessly testing the limits of a death wish!
Harry silently assigned this definition to his good friend, then thought for a moment and added half a sentence:
Just like me.
Then Harry "Gryffindor Death-Wish Boy" Potter nodded to Ron "Gryffindor Death-Wish Boy" Weasley and readily agreed.
The two quietly left the long table, intending to sneak out and head to a classroom in the dungeons. They had known all along where Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday Party was being held.
However, their little movements were noticed.
"Where are you two going?" Hermione caught hold of Ron's clothes, but seeing how furtive they were, she guessed that they