Chapter 50

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Tom didn't have too much fun while building a snowman with me.


He certainly didn't have much fun when I threw a snowball at him, causing me to then run and hide from him in the forbidden forest until he calmed down.



When we got to Hogsmeade, I made him wait outside as I picked out a dress from Madam Malkin's shop.


(you cool cats already know you can pick whatever dress you have in your mind)


I wanted him to see the dress for the first time at the Yule Ball.


And like always, he had his little comments on that idea, saying it's ridiculous and whatnot but nonetheless, he still listened to me and waited outside.



Throughout the trip back to Hogwarts, Tom tried to ask a few questions about the dress, but I continued to tell him the same thing everytime.


"I can't tell you, It's a secret."


"I'm not going to the Yule Ball if that dress makes you look like a fool."

-He scowled as he got fed up with my repeated answer.


"It won't, as long as you don't look so unpleasant in your suit, I'll be fine."

-I snapped back as we entered Hogwarts.


Tom soon began to turn around and walk the opposite direction from me.


I quickly stopped walking as I looked at him.


"Tom come on, It was a joke. Come back."


He quickly glanced back at me as he continued walking away.


"I need to retrieve something, go to The Great Hall for dinner. I'll meet you in your dorm later on."

-And he left.


Well...at least it's finally quiet.



I ate dinner in my dorm as it felt a bit sad eating it in The Great Hall with some students scattered around every table, not saying a word to each other.

I suppose it could be the fact that it was a bit too early for dinner but who cares.




I laid on my bed as I tried to think of something to do, my head hanging off the edge as I laid on my back.


By now it had gotten completely dark as the sun had already set.


I picked my head up as I went over to the window, staring at all the freshly fallen snow, covering up everyone's previous footsteps.


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