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vii. Snowball fight
EULALIA BREATHED OUT QUIETLY, HER BREATH FOGGING THE WINDOW as she watched the snowflakes drift lazily from the sky. Winter was her favourite season; something about the cold air and the muted, dark atmosphere made everything feel just right. It was comforting in a way she couldn't quite explain.
There was something almost magical about sitting by the window, a book in hand, and watching the delicate flakes flutter down like tiny stars. The world outside was hushed, blanketed in white, and for a moment, everything seemed to stand still.
Eulalia sighed contentedly, a small smile tugging at her lips as she took in the serene scene outside. The peaceful moment, however, was abruptly interrupted by the creak of her dormitory door swinging open.
Pansy Parkinson, of course. She had a habit of letting herself in whenever she pleased. The dark-haired girl entered with a smirk playing on her lips, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
Eulalia turned to face her, suspicion written plainly across her face. "What is it, Pansy?" she asked, her tone wary.
"Nothing," Pansy replied coolly, settling herself on Eulalia's bed as if she owned the place. Eulalia, suspicious as ever, moved away from the window and crossed the room, folding her arms as she stood beside the bed, her gaze firmly fixed on her friend. It was clear she wasn't buying it.
"Honestly! Nothing!" Pansy insisted, trying to sound convincing, but Eulalia remained unconvinced.
"You don't just barge into my room for no reason," Eulalia murmured, her voice low but pointed. Pansy let out a sigh, knowing she was caught.
"Alright, fine." Pansy shrugged nonchalantly. "But it's nothing serious—I just wanted to know what you're planning to wear to the winter ball the Malfoys are throwing." She finally confessed, her tone now more casual.
Eulalia blinked, surprised by the question. No one had mentioned the ball to her lately, and she hadn't even given it a second thought. With the event just a week away, she realised she had absolutely no idea what she was going to wear. "I haven't really thought about it..." Eulalia admitted, her voice trailing off as she considered the impending dilemma.
"Right, so what are you planning to tell Draco when he asks?" Pansy pressed on, her tone laced with impatience. "What excuse are you going to come up with?"
Eulalia's brow knitted in confusion as she sank down beside Pansy on the bed. "Excuse? Why would I lie to him?" she questioned, genuinely puzzled.
Pansy let out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head as though Eulalia was being deliberately obtuse. "Because, darling, you'll sound like a lunatic. The ball's just a week away, and you've got no clue what you're doing. Plus, Draco's your date—if he hasn't gone mental on you yet, he's bound to now."
