Daisy | The Marauders Era

Year One: Flowers

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     Today was the day of the winter ball that many students had been anticipating since the school year started. All morning Daisy had no escape from hearing older students gush about their dresses or their dates.

Not even her classes were free from winter ball talk.

"Oh I wonder who will ask me on a date for the ball." Heather sighed dreamily looking off into the distance during herbology.

"Never mind the ball, there's Devils Snare wrapped around your arm." Bao said casting a strong Lumos Solem charm, and a bright yellow light caused the roots to recoil and unravel themselves from Heather's arm.

"Oh, thanks." Though it was only a baby snare that wouldn't do much harm, Heather hadn't even noticed it was binding her, she was too busy staring off into space in thought of the ball they would be attending in third year.

"I think I'll buy a blue dress, sort of like Cinderella! Beautiful blonde hair, big sky gown, all I need is a Prince." Heather was filled with determination while Bao shot another spell at the Devils Snare that was wrapping itself around Heather's wrist without her notice again.

Seeing as Bao was engrossed in her plants, Heather turned to Daisy who was having a hard time imagining what she would wear to the ball. Long dress? Short dress? Long sleeves? Short sleeves? Sleeves at all? What colour would it be? Something to match her eyes? Compliment her hair? There was so much to choose from. Plus, it would have to be within whatever price range she was given by her parents.

"What dress will you get Daisy? I think green would look very nice on you, just like Poison Ivy. Or purple like Daphne Blake. Maybe pink like Cinderella's sister!" Heather whispered in excitement, her voice squeaking just a little bit as she continued to plan her dream ball.

"I have no idea. Green maybe... but won't people think I'm a Slytherin?" Daisy asked.

"Slytherin Shmitherin, greens a fantastic colour and you'd completely rock it." Heather explained, "house colours don't matter when it comes to balls. Just look at Professor McGonagall, her robes are green and she's the head of Gryffindor, y'know, the red house." Daisy hummed in thought, she did have a point.

She doesn't think she'd wear a black dress to the ball, it might make her look too pale. Maybe a dark green? Or a dark red even? Hot pink was too much of a sickly colour for her, and that was coming from someone who's bedroom back home was mainly pink. There was far too much to think about, and they were only in first year, they still had two years until they needed to even think about the winter ball. Though, it didn't stop Heather of course.

"A puffy blue dress with sparkles! I wonder what Marlene would wear... she's not a dress kind of girl. Maybe a nice skirt or something, or trousers..." while Heather began rambling on more about clothes that herself and others should wear, Daisy looked around bored in the Herbology greenhouse.

The Hufflepuff's in which they shared the classroom with were all busy in controlling their Devils Snare, and the Gryffindor boys were playing around with it as if it were a children's toy.

"What happens if I put it around my neck?" Brody asked to which Benjamin slapped him.

"It will strangle you, and you'll die." Theodore looked unimpressed with the boys who were letting the plant wrap around their arms until they turned red, then casted the spell to loosen its grip.

"Idiots." Daisy mumbled shaking her head down to her table. Her hands were covered in dirt and she couldn't wait to get out of the greenhouse. The entire period she had been dreaming about Christmas dinner and opening presents with Lily. Not only that, but the worry of how Petunia was going to react when she came home was eating her up inside. She wouldn't want to open presents with her, she wouldn't want to pull Christmas crackers with her at dinner, she wouldn't want her sisters spending the night in her room during Christmas Eve — which was tradition for the sisters every year.