The next morning I didn't take any more of the Euphoria Potion in fear of not being able to control myself. But I really wanted to take more: I truely did. I felt so wonderful, een happy, when taking it. For the first time in monthes, I actually felt good. The only thing was, it came at a price.
In exchange for my happness, I lost control of myself. I had outbursts and actually sang. It was a rule of mine to never sing, but uner the influence of Enphoria, that changed.
Although wile on it I felt lively, the next day when it was out of my system, I felt tired and more anxious than i had for a long time. So, at breakfast, I drank a big cup of coffee, hopin it would help. It did with the fatique, but not the anxiety. The good news was that I was able to behvae in class, so Uncle Severus agreed to go with Scabior and I to try, yet again, to find my wedding gown.
So, after all my classes, Uncle Severus informed Miss Carrow that he was leaving for the afternoon, The, we all got into the carridge and headed towards Hogsmeade. When we arrived, we went straight to the dress shop.
"Good evening, Miss Snape." The shopkeeper tiredly greeted. I had been there so many times wiht out purchasing anything that they were tiring of me. "Same as always?"
"Yes. We know the drill. Don't touch the dresses until you get them down, blah, blah, blah." I repplied and walked into the back room where all of the dresses were stored. Uncle Severus akwardly stood off to the side as Scabior and I selected various dresses.
After we selected five or six gowns, I went into the dressing room with Scabior so he could hep me get them on. When the first one was on, I excited and loked at myself in the mirror. Disapointed with what I saw, I turned around and marched back into the dressing room. Like usuall, by the third one I was crying because nothing fit the way it should have.
"Come on; It'll be okay. You will find it, I promise." He finished lacing up the fourch one and opened the door for me. I went out and stood infront of the mirror. Thsi time, my eyes widened.
The gown was simple, but beautiful. the neckline was V cut, but didn't go down low. the sleeves, much like the one's on my Christmas gown, were drape like and hung off my shoulders in a cape-like fashion. As it went down, the dress tayed in a straigt, but flowing, line. I was too short for it, so it dragged the ground, but I could have it taken up. Most importantly, besides the length, it fit like a glove.
"Elle?" Scabior asked right before I burst into tears. "Come on, it's not so bad. You can try on another-"
"No!" I interupted, wiping my eyes. "It's perfect!" I smiled through my sobs.
"Please do not cry on the dress unless you're planning on buying it." The shopk eeper snapped. I ignored her.
"It's perfect!" I repeated, turning to my Uncle. "What do you think?" He seemed a little surpised that i had asked.
"You look live a lovely, young lady." He replied after a moment of hesitation. I turned ot Scabior.
"You look darling! This is the one! You have to get this one!"
"I want this one!" I exclaimed as he hugged me. Relief pulsed through every part of my body. this part of the planning was over! I had one thing checked off! It was almost like taking the Ephoria all over again, but not quite. I could still feel the stress of every thing else with out it.
"You finally picked one?" The shopkeeper coldy questioned. I nodded.
"Yes, definally! This one!" I happily smiled. Scabior put a hand on my expensive fabric clad shoulder.
"Great! Take it off and I'll ring it up. Then, we can discuss alterations." She instructed, adn Scabior and I went back into the changing room. Onceo ut and changed, I reached for a price tag hanging off of the end of the sleve. Scabior slapped my hand.
