Love of my life

Chapter 12

I'm such an idiot. What did I get myself into? Just as I'm starting to I understand the gravity of my situation, a knock interrupts. I quickly look at the time, making sure I'm not late, but I have plenty of time to get ready.

I get up to open it. It's none other than Beverly. She smiles brightly and pushes her way in. "Well, hello to you too," I roll my eyes. At least she knocked this time instead of just barging in.

"Your attitude is beyond repair," she snaps back. I was about to reply when I saw this eye straining, ugly ass hot pink thing.

"What the fuck is that monstrosity?" I say disgust evident in my voice.

"You mean my dress? Oh, you're such a jokester!" She slaps her hand gently on my shoulder in a playful manner.

"That thing is a dress?" That dress looks like she got tissue paper and glued it together. This dress was not designed by Ernie Macmillan, it was designed in an arts and craft store.

"Oh you're so funny! I would hire you as my little jester if I could!" She laughs loudly. "Anyway, a little birdie told me Lestrange asked you to the masquerade. I thought I would have to ask my cousin to take you!" She laughs again and snorts a bit.

"You didn't hear it from a little birdie, you saw it yourself," I roll my eyes "and it shouldn't be a surprise since we are dating"

"Whatever. That's not even the reason why I'm here. I'm here to make you pretty enough to be Lestrange's date,"

"Well then I have to make you pretty enough to be Riddle's date" I snap back.

"I am pretty enough to be his date!" She gasps loudly. How dramatic.

"Debatable,"

She's about to yell at me when yet another quick knock comes from the door. Then the door opens and we see Ernie.

"Hello ladies! Are we ready?"

"Yess! We are about to grace everyone with our presence!"

"That's the spirit Bev!" He limps his wrist. "I'm supervising the masquerade and you bet your horses I'm gonna drop it down low!" Beverly laughs obnoxiously at his joke. "Now! Follow me ladies! I'll have you guys done up right!"

We both follow him as he guides us to my small couch. Thank Merlin Lestrange kept to his word and had Mulciber clean my room. If he didn't, we wouldn't have a couch to sit on right now.

Ernie gets out makeup and puts it all on the coffee table. "So ladies, how are we doing your makeup? Also what about hair?"

"Well I obviously want pink makeup to match my beautiful dress! For hair I was thinking maybe a bun!" I cringe at her. How could someone possibly think that dress is even decent?

"Oh. Ok." Ernie says as he glances at her hideous dress. "Anyway. What about you Clar?!"

"Oh, I'm not sure yet. I'll figure it out as I go though,"

"Nonsense! I'll help you! Risk it for a biscuit?"

"Uh sure," he gets his makeup brushes ready to be used. He opens his makeup palette browsing all the colors.

"Oh! I have a splendid idea! Why don't we match our makeup!" Beverly interrupts.

"Uh no. I'm good," I say quickly. She just rolls her eyes at me.

Time skip ✨️

Ernie already left for the great hall for the masquerade. Beverly left to find Riddle, I actually feel bad for him for once. I'm putting on my shoes when I hear a knock at the door.