Green is the Color || Ominis x OC || Hogwarts Legacy

Of the Night of Our Lives: I

The late afternoon brought about pale rays of sunlight that glistened on freshly-fallen snow. Inside Gladrags, three boys were trying on their dress robes for the Yule Ball. Although the shop was packed, the three of them had managed to find an area of the shop to try on suits. One of the boys had chosen quickly and with ease: the other one was becoming steadily surrounded by piles of rejected suits. The last boy, also done with his selection, was now pacing up and down the shop.

As Sebastian turned down set after set, Ominis set himself down on a nearby chair and tried very hard not to fall asleep. He wanted to: it was his favorite thing to do when things got dreadfully, dreadfully dull.

"What do you think, Ominis?" Sebastian said, turning around to look at himself in the mirror. "How's this one look?"

"You know what, Sebastian?" Ominis gasped, "I think that might just be the one. You look dashing in those dress robes, a truly remarkable sight!"

"Really?" Sebastian smiled, tugging at a corner of the suit. "Thank you, I think—"

He turned around.

Ominis' expression was withering and unamused.

Sebastian cleared his throat. "Right," he said sheepishly. "Garreth?"

The redheaded Weasley boy came running from the other side of the shop. He gave Sebastian an expectant smile. "So? Have you chosen yet?"

"He hasn't," Ominis grumbled.

Garreth shrugged and stepped back, looking Sebastian over. "You know, that actually isn't bad," the Gryffindor boy mused. "And you could get something white, to match with Poppy."

"Really?" Sebastian looked down at the dress robes, giving himself another spin in the mirror. Garreth was right: this did look good. "Alright, then. I'll take this one."

"Oh, thank Merlin," Ominis said, rising to his feet. "Get changed: I'm going to go pay before you change your mind."

The evening of Christmas Eve settled over Hogwarts in a gentle snowfall, bathing its rooftops in a blanket of gentle white. Behind its brilliantly lit windows and beautifully-placed decorations, however, the students of Hogwarts were in an utter uproar.

The Prefects who weren't attending the Ball had their hands full with managing the younger years. Many, many points were taken from each House that night.

Up in Gryffindor Tower, Allegra was helping Natty get into her dress. Their shared dorm was in chaos: scattered clothes, misplaced shoes, and dozens of accessories littered the cozy red room.

Signora Sartori's masterful work meant that Natty only had to step into the brilliant golden folds of her gown. With one good pull and the fastening of a button, Natty was secure. Allegra gave her an appreciative smile. When it was her turn, Natty helped her with her voluminous skirts, laughing when Allegra nearly fell over as she tried to put her shoes on.

Allegra's dresser was a mess, and one only she could decipher. She bid Natty to sit down and began pulling out various powders and creams. She gave her friend a grin.

"Do you trust me?" Allegra asked.

"No," Natsai said immediately, staring anxiously at the makeup spread out on her friend's table. "Not with my face."

"Too bad." She cupped her friend's chin. Swirling a brush in gold paint, she leaned forward and began to paint careful strokes along Natsai's eyes.

It wasn't going any better in Slytherin's dungeon.