diffindo: a hogwarts fanfiction || fred weasley || draco malfoy

the yule ball part 1

Hello, my dear readers! <3

First of all: I had to split the Yule Ball scene into two chapters because it got way too long. The second part will be up shortly after this one! :)

I hope you are all doing fine! The last chapter was a lot I know, and I hope you all got through it fairly well. I've had some interesting conversations with multiple people because of the use of certain insults.

When I wrote the last chapter I did feel uncomfortable at times as I was not sure if I'm in a position to write about Homophobia as a Cis-Het white female because I am in a position of privilege to never have experienced this type of specific oppression. After multiple conversations, I've come to the conclusion that because it's a fictional character in its own world and experiences in this context, it is okay. Thank you to everyone that wrote me their opinion, truly helped a lot!

For the whole Yule Ball scene, especially for the Waltz, I recommend you to listen to this playlist: 

"dancing in a ballroom": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfqAc-qREJQ&list=PLd9GVN_JoVQOXkQ1594iLoIOWeLVvQXV8&index=2&t=159s

Anyways enjoy the chapter and don't forget to fave if you like it! <3

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Just before dawn, the sky filled itself with blended tones of rosy pinks and sandy yellows. A subtle way to welcome a new day, a new beginning. Aline was holding a tiny teacup in her hand, her fingers tracing the steam swirling above the warm liquid. She was sitting on the dark rock by the Great Lake once again, the scent of sweet liquid filling the air followed by orange spice tickling her nose as she sipped on her scented tea while gazing onto the dark horizon. It was now the day of the Yule Ball and Aline had got up early to catch a glimpse of the sunrise. The past week had been incredibly exhausting, and what was to come triggered nervousness inside her. Because of this stressful time, she had just wanted to get a short period of complete silence, of peace, of calm before the storm.

Suddenly, the mighty sun breached the horizon and the sky exploded with gorgeous colours. At that moment, the sky seemed to be more vibrant than any fresh mango or tangerine could ever be. Sunlight filled the air, gently kissing her face, remembering her of all the things to be grateful for, warming up her cheeks. The peace felt in those fleeting seconds became eternal as Aline drew the deepest breath and lost herself in the morning view. It reminded her of the times she slept at a beach hut in Southern France with Damien, watching the ocean emerge under the golden shimmer. For a moment her mind conjured the rhythmic waves, soft on the sandy shore, and she felt her heartbeat to the same slow pace. 

When Aline finished drinking her hot tea, she put the flower engraved cup she had stolen from the Great Hall down onto the hard surface and got up onto her feet. The sun was now enlightening her environment and besides her teacup, she had also brought another item with her: A soft wooden easel including few painting brushes and various paint colours. Aline traced her fingers over the white square canvas held by the easel. 

When her hand moved over the canvas with her paintbrushes it was like Aline's mind directed her hand without her direct consciousness, odd perhaps, but calming at the same time. Aline's hand moved instinctively to the right spot, building a new picture, of the colourful sunrise in front of her. In these fantastical creations she saw reflections of her own mind and especially memories of her father painting beside her.

Since she had arrived at Hogwarts, she had not found the time to paint, so taking this break from all the noise in the school and just concentrating on painting, letting her mind flow, felt peaceful. Aline painted for a while until the sun was clearly over the horizon, signalizing that it was truly morning now. The painting felt enchanting, and she was satisfied with the outcome. When she was finished, she picked up her tools and the canvas and brought them back up to the school.