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tw: none but this is a pretty long chap.

few notes(please read):

-i couldnt find pictures of the dresses and masks so you may look at the movie to pick your dress and mask

-i also changed the last dance (waltz).

-and for the waltz part ^, you may play any ballroom music but please return to the given music above.

-this will be my last update for a while, i have school again and im overwhelmed. i might start writing again once ive finished my tasks for today and on wednesday, my possible break day. this might cause the other chapters to be short.

- n/n - nickname

the next day, tom once again left early. y/n waited until the afternoon to head out to search for a dress and some supplies for her mask.

back at home, she made her own mask. she didnt want a store bought one because she didnt want anyone else to have the same design as her.

even though no one was going to wear one, she wanted to stay hidden.

a few hours later, she was ready.

y/n looks at herself in the mirror and smiles a bit.

i dont look too bad. this dress is really pretty and the mask goes well with it. im glad i fixed it.

but to be honest, im scared. i dont know what im going to find out tonight. i just hope it isnt what im thinking.

she sighs and pats her dress down as if there was dust on it.

she looks at the clock and realizes that if she didnt leave now, she would be late.

she wanted to arrive at the same time as everyone else, that way she can blend in and not be spotted.

she grabs her house keys, fan, wand, and her dagger, the one her father gave before her birthday. she stole it back during the funeral.

she walked for a few minutes until she spotted a small crowd of well dressed people who were going to the ball.

she walked behind them and slowly walked faster to catch up and pretend that she was a part of the group.

everything was going well until she heard a familiar voice.

"i suppose so," the owner of the voice then laughed.

y/n then realized that the voice owned to the one and only, tom riddle.

that man.

she looked at him and the person he was talking to.

it was...a woman.

she felt her heart break a little, like a crack. but she wasnt so sure if it was what she was thinking about.

she remained calm and paid closer attention.

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