Chapter 8: (December 22nd)
"Come on, Soph! You can come with Neville and I. I am sure he won't mind." Ginny tries, tugging my on my left arm, attempting to pull me up. Last week, Blaise had asked me to accompany him to the ball, which I told Ginny and Hermione, but then he dumped me for a gorgeous Beauxton. which I knew was going to happen. The guys had naturally assumed I hadn't gotten asked, which I secretly wish would've happened so I wouldn't have been as devastated as I am now.
"I don't even have a dress. I'm fine, Ginny. Really. Now go." I chuckle, adjusting my legs as she groans in frustration. Neville looks over me with suspicion, then Ginny leaves, giving me a hug before Neville tells her to give us a second.
"You look overly handsome tonight," I admit to my best friend as he walks toward me with open arms, a blush tinging his cheeks pink. I wrap my arms around his waist, my head on his chest since the top of my head barely reached the top of his shoulder, I am off about an inch.
"Thank you. And for the record, you always look stunning, so whatever happened with your lack of date is absolutely mental." Neville whispers, a grin forming on my lips before I give him a slight squeeze and pulling back.
"Have fun tonight, Nev. And- that's it." I smile, watching as his eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"No 'Have her back by... or treat her nicely'?" He questions, making me laugh, his lips pulling into a slight pout.
"You're naturally a gentleman, Nev. You don't need to be put in line." He nods with a grin, me adding, "Plus I think the twins did that enough already." He nods in agreement before bidding me a final goodbye and leaving the Gryffindor common room. As soon as I know the coast is clear, I jump to my feet and race to my dorm.
An hour later, I carefully step down the stairs leading to the Great Hall, the red dress clinging to my curves, the extra material falling in a slight wave at my feet, flowing behind me as I descend a step at a time. For the first time ever, my hair is out of its usual ponytail, my natural curls, accented with a teal, fall down my back, slightly pinned back into an elegant braid look. My natural blue eyes brightly shining with clear contacts in so I could see perfectly, the brown I'd used to hide my eye color long gone and flushed down the toilet. My eyelids lined with the perfect amount of black eyeliner and dusted with silver looked simply beautiful as it accents my red painted lips. And though I know Hermione will disapprove, I completed my outfit with that of my dark gray high-top Converse.
When I arrive backstage, having come in the back way, I find Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall talking to the Weird Sisters. I step between them and all three gaze over me, "May we help you, Miss Contralez?" Dumbledore interrupts the gaze upon me.
"Yes and I may be able to help you. I was wondering if I could sing three songs depending on how well I am." I offer, the lead singer of the Weird Sisters agreeing off the bat, so the other two agree. "Thank you so much!" I grin, shaking the Lead's hand.
"Just give me a brilliant intro kid," He winks before going back with his band. I smile and inhale deeply, grabbing a nearby guitar, pushing away the curtains. I walk down the stage, a microphone on a stand set there at the end. Everyone gazes at me with intrigue before the boys start to wolf whistle. Absently, I begin to strum the chords to the first song:
Insecure
In her skin
Like a puppet, a girl on a string
Broke away
Learned to fly
If you want her back, gotta let her shine
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The Lost Get Found (Neville Longbottom Fanfic)
Fiksi PenggemarSophiana Contralez goes to Hogwarts expecting a good education and making friends even though she doesn't talk. However, she is thrown into a whirlwind of dark secrets that her family has kept from her all this time. Can she find love and comfort or...
