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I deeply apologize that the dress is missing the belt I'm mentioning below🥺

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Dark and quiet.

A lake appears in front of me. Absentmindedly, I walk towards it. The sky is cloudy and the atmosphere blows a soft, cold breeze. Shivering, my skin draws goosebumps and I inhale the cold air.

Reaching the lake and looking down at it, I see my reflection. As I watch my face, a Dementor appears and I notice it from the lake's surface.

I reach for my wand, but it's not in my robe pocket. Panic increases in me as it draws nearer by the second. I gulp down the lump in my throat and my breathing gets heavier. The Dementor seems to whisper something.

I turn my head slightly so my good ear can grab any sound wave.

“Sssssthacra. Issseth.” I manage to hear. Snake tongue.

It roars to me without any warning and I jump. I slowly back away in fear, my feet coming to a halt as I feel the ground having more water behind me.

“I can't fall in there. I'll be killed by the mermaids,” I say in disagreement to the Dementor's actions.

I shut my eyes in fear, not wanting to look at it. Turning my back at it, I look in the lake. It feels like I hear a familiar voice from under the water's surface.

"Heeelp!" the voice begs. It sounds so low and blurry that it's almost not there. I can't manage to recognize the person from his voice, but I can definitely understand that it's male.

I hesitantly jump in and start swimming deeper and deeper in each move. Everything disperses slowly, the world around me changing completely. I now stand in front of a tall mirror, as I glance upon my reflection.

My hairstyle is intense curls, clothes are a long, crimson, strapless dress, with golden belt. A manly figure stands next to me, his height too tall to see from the mirror. The only thing I can see is his classy costume· a tuxedo with an orange bowtie.

Instinctively, my E/C orbs jump on my right side, where the reflection shows the person.

George?