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"OH MY, that's too rich!" Andréa Rivera laughed out loud to be heard over the deafening noise. Students were either joking around or spinning, some enjoying their last year at Hogwarts, while some were just having fun at the Valentine's Day Ball. Andréa being the former.
You see, it was her last year of Hogwarts, and it had been one interesting ride. She aimed to become a Healer in the future and had received the grades needed to do so. She just hoped it would remain that way until her exams.
Andréa had miraculously gone through about seven years at Hogwarts without getting into drama or life changing events, and lived a nice life in Ravenclaw. Half the time, she was too invested in Fictional Drama to care about what was happening around her. Remarkable, indeed.
So of course, the Ball wasn't meant to be any different really.
She hadn't gone all out either, and many others hadn't. Besides, what fun could you even do while wearing puffy gowns and ridiculously high heels? Instead, Andréa had just gone with a simple long sleeved dark blue dress with silver coloured like flame designs at the hem, that reached just below her knee, with matching dark blue socks and white dress shoes. At least she was comfortable, right?
"The prank Potter pulled on that Hufflepuff—I'd feel bad for her if I didn't want blue hair myself," Micaela Irena grinned. Andréa had known Micaela since childhood, and knowing her of course, she always loved dying her hair. In fact, she had dyed it so many times she forgot what her original hair colour was. As of now, it was a dark purple.
"Careful lest Potter hears," Andréa warned jokingly. Micaela rolled her eyes.
"Let him hear all he wants, what's the worse that could happen?"
