"You Shall go to the Ball..."

Chapter 8 - "Magic is Real...?"

Chapter 8 - "Magic is Real...?"

Clara's PoV

I did exactly what I said I would do.

I showered in the bathroom whilst they were all out in the morning getting their hairs done, then made work of the house.

By three o clock the house was completely spotless, and darkness started to fall, as I helped the girls get ready.

They squeezed themselves into the tightest dress they could, and applied as much make up as was possible making them completely orange. But it wasn't my place to say.

At 5 o clock I ran down to the basement, throwing my dress on and tried curling my hair. The curlers were broken but I am saving up for a new pair.

I placed some light make up on because that's all I really have, but had saved it for this day. For some day special.

Then ran up the stairs to meet them by the front door.

'What are you wearing?' My step mother announced.

'My dress, for the ball. Do you like it?' I questioned, doing a small twirl.

'You ridiculous imbecile. Your not coming to the ball. That dress is awful, and your not wearing nearly enough make up'

I pouted. 'Can I not borrow something of yours? Just on this occasion?' I asked and she laughed loudly.

'Yeah. Like I would want your grubby, chubby body in my clothes. Never going to happen sweetheart. As for this dress. I've seen beavers with better dress sense' she chuckled throwing a glass of water at me.

I gasped. Make up running everywhere, and dress in ruins.

She ripped the material on the bottom of the dress and Lauren's loudly. 'Cheep material usually rips easily' she laughs. 'Come now girls. Wouldn't want you to be late to meet your future husband' she smirked.

I was left stood, crying and feeling so worthless, in the middle of the room.

I heard the car pull away off the driveway and tried to run after it. But who was I kidding? I couldn't run to the ball, and even if I did. I wouldn't want to turn up looking like this. Weekend and tatty.

I limped back to the house, tripping over one of my shoes into a puddle just to finish my crappy day off.

I sat cross legged in the middle of the path, poking at a rock dreaming of what the ball would possibly be like. Lights, dancing. People. Food. Drink. And light conversation with people you would never normally acquaint yourself with.

I sighed.

As I sat there I heard a rustle come from the bushes. I figured it was just lucky having followed me out knowing I was making a fool of myself, but instead a woman appeared.

'Hello. Any chance of a drink?' She asked as she stood in front of me.

'Umm. Sure. Follow me' I said a bit confused. She didn't look like she was poor which made me wonder why she was hidden behind a bush. And why she was trying to pike a drink off me.

Either way, I ran a glass of water, handing the glass to her. She smiled at the gesture, but pulled something that looked almost like a magic wand out of her pocket.

'What's that?' I questioned.

'Well I can't turn water into a hair accessory with my hands can I? Keep up' she muttered, waving the wand as my eyes widened.

'What are you doing? Magic doesn't exist' I pointed out.

'Then how did that cut you had on your head heal huh? I don't go giving out healing cream to random people. It was always intended for you' she said as if it was obvious and I watched right in front of my eyes the glass of water in front of her change to a crystal blue and silver hair clip.

I almost choked. 'That's completely impossible' I stuttered.

'Nothing's impossible if you believe deer. Now Clara Oswald. Let's get you ready for the ball' she said, turning to admire me.

'How do you know who I am?'

'I'm your fair godmother. How can I not? I've been watching over you Clara Oswald since your mother died. Lovely woman she was. But I can't stop death in its tracks. I can however make the night perfect for you. How do you think your mother and father met?'

'Through magic?'

'No silly. Through me' she tutted and glanced at my hair. 'Those curlers of yours really do need replacing. I'll see to that later, but for now' she paused placing her hand on my hair. 'Let's sort this bush of yours out' she chuckled.

I felt my hair, rise in volume and suddenly become really clean. My brown locks grew a little longer, resting nearly on my shoulder sparking in the moon light.

'Now. You don't mind if I change the dress? It's very nice... But covered in water just won't do' she asked.

I nodded, taking a big intake of breath. I was still a bit starstruck that magic actually exists.

Sherman her wand over my body, and a clean later of make up spread on my face, as well as a beautiful blue, sparkly crystal dress that sat just above my knees like the last one.

Except this one was amazing. My legs sparklers, freshly shaven, and smooth. My breasts sat delicately in the dress, resting in my figure.

'Now. Your car is over there. The dog will drive you. Off you go. We don't want you to be late' she said hurrying me towards the lightly decorated limo.

'But. How? I mean? I just don't...' I stuttered every single word that was coming out of my mouth.

'A simple thank you will suffice. Wait. You can't wear them' she tutted looking at my black ballet pumps.

'No body will notice them in this dress' I said motioning to how beautiful I looked compared to ever before.

'Nonsense. Hmm, stay still' she instructed, as she waved her wand and two crystal glass slippers appeared on my feet.

'They're made of glass' I pointed out.

'Yes I know. Comfy huh? Now come on. Let's not waist this chance for a ball. Go' she instructed opening the door.

'Thank you so much' I whispered.

'Don't worry deer. Now remember... Midnight. The last tick of the midnight hand and this will all disappear. Make sure your out of there by midnight Clara' she instructed.

'Oh god. What about Melody? What if she recognised me and throws me out?' I gasped.

'Don't worry, they won't recognise you. Now... You shall go to the ball' she promised, as she tapped the hood of the car and the car moved.

I sucked in a deep breath.

I was going to the ball.