𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒

「 etiquette 」

chapter eleven

「 etiquette 」

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There is October in every November and there is November in every December! All seasons melted in each other's life!

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Disclaimer: any song used in this book is definitely not my own. any modern songs used (in the actual story) are intended to be written by the characters but full credits go to the original owners of the songs.

   JUST AS THEY were promised, the snow had started to fall a couple of days before December had begun and the worst of it was yet come. From the first years to the seventh years, everyone was excited to finally have snow. It was only shallow last year and everyone was hoping for a white Christmas. With this came the news of a ball, one hosted every year for the older students, and none of them had stopped talking about it since, apart from Eleanor. She was pretty used to them, except for the fact that she got to be with her friends. All in all, the mood had skyrocketed over the course of the few weeks. One thing that had really sparked talk was about who was going with who. Everyone was sticking their nose into each others business. Though this had brought the girls closer together, she had talked to Isadora a lot and kindled a new friendship over the months. To be honest, it had created mayhem amongst the students, especially the girls and the pressure was on for those asking.

   The blonde had already been asked, multiple time but she said that she would get back to them. Something at the back of her mind was stopping her, it was never the right person. Lily had been asked by the boy she went on a date with a week ago, she still wouldn't tell them who it was. Alice and Frank were going together and Mary had been asked by someone on her quidditch team. No one else in her group had a date, yet.

   "Personally, I don't think you have to worry, Remus." Eleanor told her herbology partner as they observed the restrained bouncing bulb, making sketches and taking notes. "There is plenty of girls that want to go with you."

   "Yes but which ones, it is not exactly easy to tell. They're usually after Padfoot or Prongs- I mean, Sirius and James." Remus explained, looking down at the table with a sigh. She looked from the boy to his two best friends -who were currently prodding the bulb- and although the two of them never acted on the attention they got from girls, she could sympathise with the boy. Often she felt below the girls, maybe not when came to men but definitely in every other aspect. It's hard to be perfect around perfection. In no way was she saying the two boys were perfect, she had heard enough stories to know they weren't, but she had seen the countless interactions with the girls around school.