After a family tragedy, Summer Blanchet transfers to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons with her two older brothers. Her first is surprise being sorted into Gryffindor- seemingly betraying the family name, and being split up from her brother. The next, comin...
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Summer checked herself over in the mirror for the fourth and final time. Her hands brushed over the soft, silky fabric of her deep scarlet gown, elevated with gold edges, and some tiny diamanté details along the bodice. The dress itself was tight at the waist, but flared into a full ballgown skirt, that she almost kept tripping upon. This effect was highlighted with the corset she had on underneath- although she was severely regretting that decision, no matter how good it made her look- for she couldn't take any deep breaths. Her hair fell in loose curls around her face, with a golden rose hair accessory pinning some out from her eyes.
Summer had already sent her friends off without her, insisting that she was fine, and didn't want them all to be late because of her. So when she descended the steps to the common room, she did not expect Fred to be there waiting. Somewhere within the depths of her stomach, a fluttery feeling came about, as she took in this sight.
There he was, tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in magnificently pristine black dress robes, complete with a red tie, and small red details on the pockets of his jacket. In his left hand, he held a red rose, which he was nervously fiddling with, before looking up. His eyes brightened, and he had to stop himself from audibly gasping at the sight of this girl, his date, looking as if she was walking down the steps from heaven itself.
Summer giggled at his noticeably flustered expression, as she stopped in front of him. "Summer, you look..." He found it difficult to avert his gaze away, from how her dress hugged her body, "More gorgeous than any girl I've ever seen," he finished, letting out a breath he didn't even know he had been holding. "I thought we were going as friends, Fred Weasley," she chuckled. "We are! Can't a friend- you know- tell another friend when they look good?" "Well then, I think you look good too," she stopped looking down at her feet, and glanced up at the boy in front of her. He looked back down at her, a smile forming on his face he held out his arm to her- which she took- giving it a light squeeze. "Come on, I think we're past fashionably late now," he said, and they set off down towards the Great Hall.
"Just do it, it's okay," he whispered to her as they hovered in front of the double doors, unsure of what would lie behind them. Summer gulped. "Shit, okay. Three, two, one." Together, they pushed a door each. Instantly, all eyes fell on the pair, and Summer just wanted to be swallowed up into the floor. Until the whispers started. Phrases like 'That dress looks way better on her', 'I reckon she's even more stunning than Fleur', and even some coming up with their own ideas of how Fred and Summer had ended up together at the ball. It was these murmurs that made her want to just turn around and escape the room, but Fred seemed to sense her uncertainty, and grabbed her hand tightly, so that she couldn't run away- even if she wanted to.
Once the moment was over, Summer felt someone tapping her back, and whipped around to see her friends standing behind her. "Summer!" "Oh. My. God. You look so good." "Wish I'd asked you now." "How did you get your waist like that? And oh wow the dress!" "I want your hair this is entirely unfair." "You guys are soo cute together." This last one was said by George, who put on a high pitched voice as he grinned at the two. "No, I kid, but it's true," he carried on, stepping in between the two and wrapping his arms around their shoulders. "Look, you're almost up to my neck in those heels," he pointed out to Summer, who only rolled her eyes and nodded. "Good observation George."
