What Goes Up, Must Come Down #Wattys2016

Chapter 15: Oh Screw It

After days and days of dreading the Yule Ball's approach, it finally arrived. I would have to see my dad today! I've been successfully avoiding him for the majority of the school year so far, and that streak would end today. He would most likely be at the ball today. But leading up to today, George Weasley wouldn't leave me alone, which mad it hard to stay on Moody's good side.

I now had two stalkers. Great. This was just great.

If I was civil to George, Moody would be at my heels, and if I wasn't civil with George...well....I don't exactly know what would happen. But it probably wouldn't be very good. He would probably stick-bomb my dorm or something stupid like that.

Why Moody cares about my relationship with George is still a mystery to me....wait....I already said I don't have a freaking relationship with George! I mean Weasley! Why do I keep calling Geo-Weasley George? But back to the point, I don't have a relationship of ANY kind with Weasley. We are going to one ball together, and that's it.

But that's not the only problem I have with Moody at the moment.

He REALLY doesn't want me to go to the ball with Weasley. So bad, in fact, that I am currently hiding behind a wall as I make my way to the Great Hall, so he won't find me. I basically have to, like, tip toe my way through the corridors, hiding in the shadows.

Peering down the hall, I see that he isn't there. Thank goodness.

Sighing with relief, I start down the hall, wobbling in the overly high heels that my dorm mates forced me to wear, claiming, "You're too short already. Imagine dancing with an overly tall person who is also two years older than you."

Stupid friends. Stupid tall people. Stupid people in general. People suck.

Though I suppose they're right. I am too short for my own good. If only there was a spell- "Hi Rose!" George greets from a couple feet away, derailing my train of thoughts.

He looks good. I mean, really good.

Did I just think that? What's wrong with me? I am going mental. Completely mental.

I can't be checking out a Weasley! No, I am not checking out George.

Just no. Nope. Defiantly not.

George clears his throat. "You look nice."

Stupid complements. Alike the heels, my dress was also chosen by my dorm mates. The dress happened to be a bit more...showy than I would have chosen.

Okay, it's not that bad, and knowing them, I'm surprised that they didn't pick worse, but in front of George....

What?! Why would I even think that? I am out of my mind today!

I am not worried about what some incompetent blood traitor thinks of me!

No sir, I am perfectly comfortable in this dress.

"Er, Rose, shall we go?" George suggests. "We've been standing out here for like five minutes." Stupid nicknames.

I nod, and George and I walk down the stairs, and into the Great Hall. Well, what's suppose to be the Great Hall. It looks so different. The tables are gone. There are a lot of decorations. And not to mention that there are three wizarding schools crammed into one room.

I can see Harry Potter just sitting with one of his ginger friends and their dance partners. I believe they are the Patil twins. Not too sure.

George looks around the room, before turning to me. "Wanna dance? The Weird Sisters are playing." I blush, and almost accept his offer. Did I just say that I blushed? No, I, um...you get the picture! But I can't accept his offer! That is the least Crouch-like thing I could do.