𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 | 𝐝.𝐦.

nineteen

A little more than an hour ago, Betty and Luna were readying themselves for the ball.

Betty casted a hair-curling charm on her wilful mundane brown hair, specially taught by Hermione who was a professional at hair-fixing charms - from how she keeps her bushy, untangled hair in line.

Luna conditioned her hair, soothed the frizziness of it, and slipped in butterfly pins onto her blonde hair at equal intervals apart. Then offered her remaining clips to her friend.

Betty had accepted it, but only added a few to her hair as a last touch to make her hair a little eye-catching.

Luna had put on her winsome dress, put together by herself since she didn't really have much confidence in the dresses tailors made. The dress a shade of sky blue, glittering with white sparkles, and it reached the girl's knees as she didn't want a gown that touched the dirtiness of the floors - also, she wanted to show off the matching glass heels she'd bought.

Betty slipped into her chiffon gown, though beneath the sheer fabric, the tailor had attached a bunch of other fluffy white clothes. The periwinkle gown reached beneath her feet, grazing the ground as she swans around the school. The lace sleeves of it, playing off her shoulders, and the only thing holding up the dress against her body was the tight bodice that clings to her upper body.

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Neville stares in awe at his pair of girl best friends, leering at them as they stride down the stairs elegantly, so as to not diminish the image that comes with both exquisite dresses.

Hermione, amongst Ron, Harry and Ginny, wore a similar dress to Betty, though hers was much sparklier and an awkward shade of purple. Ginny, on the other hand, opted for a jet-black dress, exposing plenty of cleavage which she is pretty satisfied with.

The redhead let out a squeal as Betty and Luna join them.

"You look ravishing - both of you," Ginny gushes immediately, wrapping an arm around Luna who smiles whimsically.

"Really puts us boys in place," Ron mutters, rather affronted.

All three boys, along with pretty much the rest of the school's, are draped in either dress robes, tuxedos, suits, or expensive suspenders, varying in either the designs or colours. Often times, however, some will come across another boy wearing a similar attire to his.

"It's alright, Ronald," Hermione consoles giddily, "It's not like you boys had many outfit choices."

After much deliberation, and goading from Harry, Ginny, and Betty, Ron had finally asked Hermione to the ball at the last moment - whilst she was nearly running out of hope. The girl now has a frivolous grin plastered on her lips.

The bunch had agreed on meeting one another outside of the hall's entrance, and that is where they are now.

The hallway is packed to say the least, with everyone awaiting the opening of the grand doors, to reveal the decorations the teachers had adorned on the great hall for this ball.

As if reading the impatient thoughts of the students, the massive doors fly open, allowing the throng of students to pour in, all while gawking at the decorations around.

Betty, too, is mesmerised by the dedication of the teachers. Unlike the Yule Ball, the MidSpring Ball has no snow falling or collecting in everyone's hair. Instead, there were flowers descending on them, orange, pink, even red. Trees growing out of the marble floor, scarlet berries growing beneath the lush leaves.

The tables are clothed with a thin tan sheet, flowery designs incised in them. Faint redolent scents from different flowers gather together and riddle through the air. Even the usual ceiling of a starry night sky has been disposed of - replaced by the gleaming rising of a pale sun and its rays seeping into the walls of the hall.