Sariah West has a reputation of being the girl that no one can control, that was at least until she met Mattheo Riddle.
TW: mentions and depictions of the following subjects - abuse, sexual assault, underage drinking, drug usage, language, sexual sc...
Before I know it a week has passed and it's the day of Slughorn's dinner. I'm currently getting ready with Lorenzo and Jasmyn in my room and of course, per Jasmyn's instruction we're going all out. At this point I'm not surprised, she loves dressing up and loves to dress me and Enzo up as well. She took my measurements last week and sent them to Nora to design me a dress. She told me yesterday that she received it and I'm excited.
"Okay, close your eyes and hold out your arms," Jasmyn tells me and I follow her instructions, a moment later I feel the fabric on my skin and open my eyes. It's a little on the simple side which I was grateful for, and it's a dark sage green color.
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I go to the bathroom and change into it, along with the black heels Jasmyn handed me while they both got dressed in my room. I smile once I have the dress on but quickly frown when I realize you can see the scar running along my thigh. I sigh and just brush my hair, choosing to ignore it and walk back out. Jasmyn is finishing her makeup when I walk out but she turns her head to look at me.
"Wow, that looks amazing on you Riah." She tells me and I smile at her, sitting on my bed. Both of them look very nice as well, Lorenzo is in a navy blue suit and Jasmyn matches him with her navy blue dress with mesh sleeves.
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Once they're both ready we leave the room, heading towards the potions classroom where the dinner is being held. Of course, we're fashionably late, being the last ones there. When we walked in everyone looked over at us, a few people start whispering to who they are sitting next to before Slughorn greets us.
