Aurora Black, the daughter of the infamous Sirius Black, has always lived in the shadow of her family's dark legacy. Raised by her strict grandmother, Walburga Black, Aurora struggles to carve out her own identity at Hogwarts. With her sharp wit, fi...
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The Yule Ball was the event of the year, the one night when the entire school put aside their daily rivalries and worries to celebrate in grand style. The Great Hall had been transformed into a winter wonderland, with enchanted snowflakes falling from the ceiling and a grand ice sculpture centerpiece that glistened in the candlelight. For weeks, the excitement had been palpable, and now that the day had finally arrived, the anticipation was at its peak.
Aurora Black was in her dormitory with Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, and Millicent Bulstrode. The four Slytherin girls had decided to get ready together, sharing their excitement for the evening ahead. As they preened and prepared, the air was filled with the sound of laughter and whispered gossip.
Pansy was the first to finish, her dark hair styled in elegant curls that framed her face. She was wearing a sleek black dress that hugged her curves, a classic choice that suited her. Daphne followed closely behind, opting for a shimmering silver gown that complemented her fair complexion and icy blonde hair. Millicent, always the practical one, had chosen a deep emerald green dress that was simple yet sophisticated, and she wore her hair in a neat updo.
Aurora, however, had been curiously quiet throughout the preparation. She had only bothered with her hair and makeup, her long, dark hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders, and her makeup enhancing her already striking features. But when it came time for the girls to slip into their dresses, Aurora had simply smiled at them and said, "You'll have to wait for the surprise."
The others had exchanged puzzled looks, but Aurora's reputation for being unpredictable meant that they didn't press her for details. Once they were all dressed and ready, Aurora had effectively ushered them out of the dormitory with a gentle but firm push. "Go on, I'll meet you downstairs."
Daphne had tried to protest, but Aurora's playful wink had silenced her. "Trust me," Aurora had said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "It'll be worth the wait."
And so, reluctantly, the girls had left, leaving Aurora alone in the room. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding with excitement. The dress she was about to wear was unlike anything anyone had ever seen at Hogwarts, and she knew it would make an unforgettable impression.
When the time finally came for the Yule Ball, Aurora stood before the full-length mirror, taking one last look at herself. The dress she wore was a deep, blood-red shade. The fabric was rich and luxurious, clinging to her body in all the right places before flaring out into a dramatic, flowing skirt. The neckline was daringly low, accentuating her collarbones, and the long sleeves were fitted, ending in delicate lace cuffs. The dress was adorned with subtle gold embroidery, which caught the light as she moved, adding a regal touch to her appearance.
Aurora smiled at her reflection, satisfied. The choice of red was deliberate —bold, unexpected, and sure to turn heads. It was a color that no one would expect a Slytherin to wear, and that was precisely why she had chosen it.
