🥀 Roses and Novels | Hogwarts Legacy Fanfic | Sebastian, Ominis and Evander

🥀 - Chapter 31 -🌹

-Two Days Before the Masquerade Ball-

In just two days, Hogwarts would host its long-awaited masquerade ball, and the entire castle buzzed with anticipation. Almost every student had found a date, and now the focus shifted to finding the perfect outfit and the most dazzling mask.

The boys were seen roaming Hogsmeade alone or visiting relatives, searching wardrobes for vintage suits or heirloom accessories. Meanwhile, groups of girls flocked to villages and towns across the region, hunting for dresses, jewelry, makeup—anything to create a show-stopping look.

Gladrags Wizardwear had sold out of every dress in stock three days ago, and they had no intention of restocking until after the ball. Panic spread like wildfire. Desperate girls traveled far and wide in search of the dress.

Then the news came.

Agnes Coffey, renowned tailor and fashion designer from Bainburgh, was coming to Hogsmeade for one day only to sell her latest collection. Within an hour, every girl at Hogwarts knew her name.

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(Helena's perspective)

Unfortunately, I wasn't browsing for dresses right now. I was sitting in detention.

Poppy, Natty, Imelda, Anne, Adelaide, and I, along with ten other girls, sat hunched over parchment, scribbling the same sentence for the 200th time:

"I behave in Hogsmeade and have respect for my fellow students."

Professor Weasley sat across from us, watching us through her glasses like a disappointed mother hen.

Behind me, Natty was furiously writing. To my left, Imelda was filing her nails. On my right, Poppy looked half-asleep. And in front of me, Anne and Adelaide were locked in a fierce writing competition.

I, on the other hand, was distracted.

Outside the window, the first Quidditch match of the season raged on. Cheers echoed from the pitch while I sat here, stuck at fifty sentences, with 150 still to go.

But I didn't regret what we'd done. Because, thanks to us, every girl in our group had a dress.

That afternoon had been madness... but also a masterpiece.

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-Earlier that day-

Imelda stood on the Slytherin table, arms raised like a general leading her army.

"All right, ladies! Listen up! We're not just shopping, we're fighting for fashion! We don't need a man. We are women, warriors. If you're with me, let me hear you!"

"YES!"
"AI!" we shouted in unison.

We stormed down the hall like an army in formation, heading toward Hogsmeade. Girls from every house joined us along the way, an ever-growing wave of determined divas. Normally, Hogwarts students were civil.

But not today.

Today, it was war.

The battlefield? Agnes Coffey's traveling vendor booth.

The prize? The perfect dress.

As we reached the main path to Hogsmeade, a hundred girls were closing in fast. Imelda gave me the signal.

"AI!" I roared, and our core team me, Natty, Imelda, Anne, and Poppy broke into a sprint.

Screams erupted as everyone gave chase. We dodged through flower fields, leapt over hills, pushed our limits. We had to be first.

And there she was, Agnes Coffey, standing proudly behind her booth.

"There's Agnes! MOVE!" I shouted.