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Eleanor's pov
"I'll meet you in the common room, I think Dacre wanted to speak to me," Lezabel brushed her dress down as she stood up from her bed.
"Alright," I say as I apply mascara onto my eyelashes. Blush tints my cheeks. My eyes are covered in dark eyeshadow and eyeliner.
I styled my hair in curls and now I just need to decide what to wear.
I stride to my wardrobe to pick out a dress.
My fingers glide across the multiple fabrics until they meet a leather dress.
I pull the hanger out of my wardrobe. My eyes scan the dress up and down.
It'll work.
I bend down and pick up a pair of black stilettos. My favourite.
I put the dress on and zip up the back as I put my feet in my shoes.
I walk to my mirror. I look so good. But is this really family dinner orientated?
OH well. I'll be changing later. I shrug my shoulders and my bag.
I quickly put on some red lipstick and leave the dorm room.
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As I'm walking down the corridor I see Daphne and Pansy entering their room.
Daphne sees me and opens her mouth, "Eleanor can we sp-"
I don't acknowledge her and just walk past her. She doesn't deserve my time. I have friends and family that won't backstab me.
My heels clack against the stairs as I walk down them.
"Are you re- where is the rest of your dress?!" Lezabel literally launches herself towards me as she takes off her cloak and wraps it around me.
From the corner of my eye, I see Draco slumped in a chair with a bottle of fire Whiskey. Now that's a depressing sight. His eyes bleed with jealously as he rakes his eyes down me.
