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Pansy's Pov:
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"I don't know Milly? Do I really have to go?" "Yes, Pansy. That dress is far too gorgeous to waste!"
Twirling in front of our dorms full length mirror, I couldn't help but agree. As much as I detest my mother, she has impeccable taste when it comes to fashion.
The dress was of darkest black, yet with every turn it took in and reflected the light it caught, sparkling like magic. Of course it was in fact magic, enchanted, but it just made the dress more perfect. Infused with the very essence of the thing I love most.
"Sure it's pretty but is it really worth sitting through a whole night of Gryffindors and obnoxious first years?" Milly giggled. "Oh will you shut it Pans! If i'm going, you're going, and i'm not missing out on a night alone with a certain Mr. Nott."
"Theodore?" I gasped. "No!" She smirked and wiggled her eyebrows. "Hot, right?" I lied. "Definitely."
She came to stand next to me in the mirror, admiring her own reflection. She wore a skimpy silk dress, her hair tied in a sleek up-do with a green ribbon. In fact her whole outfit, the ribbon, the dress, the shoes, her nails and the gems in her jewellery were all of deep emerald. She rambled about how she had made sure to match the exact shade to that of Theodore's suit, but I wasn't listening.
I was thinking about something else entirely, or more specifically someone. What they would be wearing tonight. How they would do their hair. How they'd look as they laughed and drank with their friends. How they'd look when they'd dance...
"Who're you thinking about?" Milly leant back against her dresser, a smile on her face. "I can tell, you know. I can always tell." Of course she could. It was Millicent.
"Uh... Blaise." She giggled, "Course you are! I mean i've seen him in his uniform, but a tux? that's a whole other situation entirely!" She blushed rosy as she gushed about the boys.
Everything always seemed so simple for Milly. It should be simple. Blaise was a nice looking boy, we were friends, so I knew we got on well, I should fancy him. It should be that easy, he likes me and I like him.
So why did it feel like something was missing? I looked at Blaise and felt nothing. Was I supposed to feel something? From what i'd heard from the girls, definitely.
I look at Blaise, and my heart rate speeds up, so that I hear it, and i'm certain he can hear it too. He knows, of course he must know. He must feel his throat tighten and his body go rigid too, because that's normal. The other girls don't speak of it, though it must be normal. There's not something wrong with me. I'm no different than they are.
I'm not different. I like Blaise and i'm going to tell him tonight. We'll go on dates and maybe one day we'll get married, and that okay. That's what i'm supposed to do.
