Voltaic Falling

16

Beatrice stirred awake. It was almost noon. The sleeping draught did help her. She soon remembered the events of last night and decided to head to Dumbledore's office. She wanted to tell the man that she had recurring nightmares that depicted a certain graveyard. The girl reached for the stairs and did not even mutter a password when the doorway opened, leading her to the study. 

Professor Dumbledore stood and watched the Pensieve longly. The girl only reached and said, "Professor Dumbledore, I need to tell you something". 

The bearded man nodded his head and said, "I know why you are here Ms. Black. I gathered that there is word out there of your condition. It is imperative for you to take lessons with Severus about this matter. Peter Pettigrew was most likely spying on you to confirm Voldemort's theories that you indeed inherited electrokinesis. I arranged for the password to be changed and for the portraits to be vigilant, something like that won't happen again. We must remain silent, you must appear oblivious to this. For the time, please do enjoy yourself tonight, might I add that the sky will be clear tonight and a beautiful view from the astronomy tower. Take a lemon drop on your way out". 

The girl nodded and muttered in gratitude. Beatrice headed to the great hall to find lunch. She sat with her boyfriend that was silently reading a book.

 His eyes found Tris's form and cracked a smile, "Are you ready for today, love?". 

The girl nodded ecstatically taking a sip from her pumpkin juice and serving herself the remnants of lunch.  

She then laughed and said, "Ced, you know grandpa Lyall showed me some ballroom dance when I was younger. I tried dancing with Harry, he had two left feet, I swear the boy can not dance even if his life depended on it". 

Cedric tilted his head in laughter imagining the scene. 

"This reminds me, Tris, the champions and their dates will be opening up the ball. You are lucky we both can dance, or else we would have been doomed. Helga, imagine us strutting to the dancefloor striking some dance moves similar to the Weird Sister's". 

The Black girl laughed and pecked her boyfriend's cheek. "Sorry, Golden Boy. I need to head to my dorm or else Emma and Scarlett are going to kill me. They want to doll me up just for you". 

She quickly left a longing kiss in his lips as he told her loudly whilst she was leaving the hall, "I will wait for you at the hall, seven sharp, love, don't be late!"

The girl practically skipped back to her dorm room. 

Emma and Scarlett crossed their hands in fury, "Beatrice Black, where have you been? You need to get yourself in the shower, we need to blow dry your hair and iron it, then Emma has to do your make up, and you need to help us do our hair too". 

Beatrice sheepishly smiled and muttered out some apologies. She hopped into the shower and quickly washed her hair with her vanilla cashmere shampoo and made sure to wash her body with extra gel. She mumbled to a swift melody. She wanted tonight to be perfect for her and Cedric. She wanted to forget the tournament for a while and just enjoy the night. 

As soon as she put her bathing robe, her friends started working on her hair and makeup. She was almost ready when a sheepish Hermione Granger knocked on the door. 

She peeked her head inside and said, "Beatrice, I need your help with something. May I come in?".

"Yes, of course, 'Mione. What do you need?". Hermione looked at her feet in embarrassment and said "MydateisVictorKrumandIdon'tknowhowtodomymake-upormyhairfortoday". 

Beatrice's eyes widened and her jaw was left ajar. 

"Hermione Jean Granger, you should have told me about this. We would have helped you sooner dearie. Come here and sit, I'll do your make-up while Emma and Scarlett can style your hair. Give me a minute to just out on this bloody eyeliner".