❝ STEPPING, I'M STOMPING, I'M ALL GONE. ❞ ☓ 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭
this book has been fully re-edited and its original name being "his destructive little wildfire" but as it was created in 2021 and was hor...
"deleine chang, will you go to the Yule Ball with me?"
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NOW THAT DELEINE HAD A MOMENT TO THINK ABOUT IT, perhaps she did want him to ask her. You know, to the Yule Ball and all. Walking beside him through the winding corridors, she realised she might've been more excited than she'd let on. She could've been overreacting, of course—maybe he'd only fetched her from her room for no particular reason.
Still, the thought nagged at her, making her heart flutter with anticipation. But she tried to temper her hopes, telling herself it was silly to jump to conclusions. As they walked in silence, George glanced at her, noticing how quiet she'd become. His gaze lingered for a moment before he looked away, and the two of them finally stepped into the warmth of the Great Hall together.
"Lovely day, isn't it?" George tried to make conversation, to which she merely nodded in response.
He squinted at her, curious about her sudden quietness, before she finally turned to meet his gaze. "I should head to my table," she said, her voice soft but tinged with an unspoken question. "See you after?"
George gave a casual nod, his expression unreadable. She quickly turned on her heel, making her way to the Hufflepuff table where Cassia was already seated, waiting.
"Well?" Cassia asked eagerly, her eyes alight with anticipation.
Deleine shook her head, a hint of disappointment crossing her features. "He didn't ask," she murmured, picking up a fork to busy herself with her meal.
Cassia scoffed, her lips curling into a frown. "That ginger better watch himself," she warned, her tone half-joking, half-serious.
Deleine merely shrugged, her eyes drifting over to his table. "It's whatever, really," she mumbled, poking at her food before taking a quiet bite.
As she ate in silence, her gaze wandered to Cassia, who was chatting animatedly with the others around them, her many friends filling the air with lively conversation. Deleine sighed softly, her mind elsewhere, before her eyes flickered toward the professors' table. She caught a glimpse of Snape, who was watching her intently.
There was something different in her expression this time—gone was the faint smile she usually wore. She met Snape's gaze, her own unreadable, before quickly looking away. She soon turned her attention back to George's table, where he and Fred were deep in conversation with Phenix Lovegood.
A pang of irritation twisted in her chest—oh, how she hated Phenix. But, whatever, she thought, forcing herself to look away.
Deleine looked back down at her plate, focusing intently on her food as she ate in silence, occasionally bringing her utensils to her lips. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice the paper plane whizzing toward her until Cassia reached out and snatched it from the air.
