32) Yule Ball

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The weeks past peacefully. He was a lot of times hanging around with Katsumi, and otherwise he was learning for the tournament. He got so much information about things in the magical world that are making noises, or no noise at all, that his head is exploding. However, the learning started to fade after a few days because something bigger came up, the Yule Ball. The preparations for the Yule Ball were in full swing. Everyone was busy with the perfect outfit, and the good dance. Conall practised a few times with Katsumi, with Roselyn as their teacher. They don't want to blow the dance up in front of all the students, so this needs to be good.

Conall was also worried about his outfit. Faolán told him that he send a letter to their parents with the question if they could send them their outfits, but it was now a day before the Ball and the outfits didn't arrive yet. Conall is walking nervously through the carriage, not knowing how to handle this situation. He always wants things to be under control, and he wants everything to be perfect. So it frustrated him a lot when he realises that this isn't going like plan.

"Stop it Conall!" Roselyn says frustrated, not handeling his pacing around anymore. Conall stands still in the middle of the carriage.

"What?" Conall asks innocent.

"The pacing around! You are making me nervous." Roselyn says now really irritated.

"I am sorry." Conall says unbelievable. Why is she so irritated? Conall sits down in one of the chairs and he stares in front of him.

"Everything is gonna be okay..." Says Roselyn, realising how harsh she was.

"Oh yeah will it? I have to open that freaking dance, and I don't even have my outfit ready! How is everything gonna be okay?" Says Conall intense.

"Relax Conall, you can't change anything about it so stop worrying, please." Roselyn tries to calm him down but it isn't working. Conall realises more and more that he wants everything to be perfect. Because of the Triwizard Tournament he realises the pressure that is on his shoulders. He can't stand it to do something wrong. That is why he is working so hard on the tasks, harder than he should, because he doesn't want to fail. And after his second place of the first task, he has the feeling he needs to prove something with the second one. He needs to do it better than ever, so he can take that first place, for Beauxbatons.

"I can't alright. I will take a walk." Conall says short and he whistles to Bella that she should follow him. Conall jumps out of his chair and starts to make a walk to get his mind clear.

It was breakfast, the day of the Yule Ball has arrived. Everyone was talking nervously of how the Ball would be, and what everyone will think of their outfit. Conall could more agree with the mood of the students that are to young. The first three years weren't allowed to join the Yule Ball, and everyone was looking grumpy in front of them, while hearing all the great stories. Conall felt the exact same. He couldn't believe that his outfit didn't arrive yet and he felt really stressed right now. The Yule Ball is only a few hours away...

Conall was staring in front of him, his stomachache growing with the minute. Then, the owls post arrived. He got the feeling this morning it was more than ever. And then he sees two herds of owl carrying two big packages. They are flying directly to Conall and Faolán and they drop the packages. Conalls eyes glow up, this can only mean that it is gonna be alright in the end.

"See, nothing to worry about." Says Roselyn and she winks to Conall. Conall waves it away and opens the package. He peeks in, but he doesn't show to much. This needs to be a surprise for Katsumi and the others, and he needs to make sure that he doesn't see it right here.

And then it was time for the Yule Ball. The boys are standing nervously in their cabin, getting ready. Everyone in standing in their light blue suits, and they are queueing for the mirror to see if their hair is good. Roselyn went to the cabin of her other friends to get ready.

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