Imani's POV
I wake up in the Gryffindor common room, and hear light snoring. I sit up and see Sofia, drool dribbling out of her mouth. She's getting better. Hermione is sleeping lightly. I remember why I'm here. The Yule Ball is today. My dress is here.
Hermione wakes up not long after me, followed by Sofia. I look at the clock - 1pm. WOW! I stand up groggily and stretch. I walk into the bathroom and take a quick shower. By the time I'm done, Sofia was waltzing poorly to 'Take me home, country roads' with Hermione. Hermione's laughing and Sofia's concentrating on her footing, but steps on Hermione's feet. Hermione hops in the shower, and Sofia starts preparing her things. Sofia showers and we go for breakfast.
"Hey, Sofia, sit with me and George for today." Fred says to Sofia. I look at her and give her a look that says "Go.". She obeys.
Ron, Hermione, Harry, Luna, Neville, and I sit at our normal place.
"Where's Sofia?" Harry asks.
"She's with Fred," Hermione answers.
"Imani, are you excited for tonight?" Ron asks, squeezing my hand.
"Absolutely," I reply.
We finish lunch at three, and we head back to the Gryffindor common room.
Before I enter, I remember Sofia. She'd meet us here. I walk in, and see Sofia and Fred snogging in a corner. Harry wolf whistles and Neville laughs. They jump apart and Fred turns into a tomato while Sofia's eyes turn to the size of ping pong balls. They look at each other, and blush harder. Sofia walks over to us and says nonchalantly, "Hey, guys."
I explode with laughter, earning a scowl from Sofia.
Hermione, Sofia and I head into their dorm to get ready. Hermione needs two hours. I need one. Sofia needs half. Sofia runs into the shower to wash her hair while Hermione does my and her makeup. Once Sofia comes out, Hermione brandishes her makeup brush and Sofia yells. She blocks her face, yelling "No! I will not have that on my face! Hermione Jean Granger! Let go of me this instant!".
By the time Hermione was done, Sofia had a perfect wine coloured lip. She stares at herself in the mirror.
"Thanks, 'Mione."
Sofia slips into her dress which looks like the one below (ignore everything but the dress)
I slip into mine - I got it as a little treat for myself when I passed my pop quiz with flying colours.
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