The Years of Blue [2]

Chapter 50: The Yule Ball- #1

"I see them- I see Aleksi! Marie, Ana come with me," Mila demanded, as she hopped off the side wall looking over the grand entrance where students milled about below. I felt Marie release a deep breath before letting go of my arm and walking toward the stairwell that Mila had just raced down, her yellow gown jetting after her. Ana waited for Marie before the pair of them stepped on down together, the colored dresses meshing as they moved in unison. I joined Ginny and Hermione by the side wall to watch our friends meet their dates, all of whom were surprisingly dressed.

The Durmstrang boys were all in red uniforms, that made every one of them, even the disgusting ones, look put together.

"You've got to love a guy in uniform," I muttered loud enough for Ginny to snicker next to me. I spotted Rosalie and Jacqueline as a matched pair already by the front entrance talking to my brother and his band of friends. As expected, my brother and his friend, Adrian Pucey, were the only boys of the group, surrounded by five others girls from different Hogwarts houses. Some of whom I knew, but most of them I was clueless on.

"There's Neville. I should go," Ginny declared, before stepping off her perch.

"Keep your chin up when you walk. It'll help your posture on the stairs." Ginny merely rolled her eyes at the idea but Hermione and I watched with glee as she did in fact walk down with her head held high to join Neville watching sheepishly below.

"I assume that was a rule Beauxbatons taught you?" Hermione asked, nodding to Ginny's figure disappearing in the crowd with Neville, dressed surprisingly to the nines, scurrying after her.

"Posture 101," I joked, gaining a laugh from Hermione, before she wilted off into nervous tapping as we continued to watch the crowd for out dates. I watched with humor as Harry entered the room with one of the Patil twins, (I couldn't tell which one), on his arm and the other sister on Ron's.

"Oh merlin, what's Ron wearing?" I gagged, before Hermione could find them.

"It used to be worse. Ruffles were once part of the ensemble," she explained before nodding to a doorway that led to the dungeons.

"I found Malfoy, if you care to look." I gave her a quick glance to see if she meant something by this fact before looking over and catching him in his dress robes of black with a white collar. Pansy Parkinson was on his arm in frilly pink robes too light for her complexion. Twiddle dee and dumb waddled on behind them in matching green robes that seemed almost too generically Slytherin to not be coincidental.