the lucky one

snowflake magic

december 25th, 1994

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Miranda sighs happily, peering out her frosty window pane at the gorgeous, snow blanketed grounds. She loves winter. Loves snow. She cant get enough of it. After growing up where she did, it's a nice change of pace.

    Snow is just so— so beautiful. Whimsical. Breathtaking. Icicles hanging on eaves like jewels or pixies, and sparkling frost dusting everything with a soft glow. To Miranda, snow was magic.

    The only thing that would make this more perfect was if she had a date to the upcoming Yule Ball, a tournament tradition. It seemed everyone had already paired up. It sorta felt like she was the only girl in Hogwarts who hadn't been asked yet. Except for Hermione, that is. Solidarity sister!

    Of course, what she couldn't say to herself was that she was really waiting on someone in particular to ask her...but he...hadn't yet— or didn't want to. She silently reprimands herself, trying to clear any and all thoughts about a certain messy haired boy from her mind.

    "Morning, Miranda," Hermione greets her, "I was just heading down to Hagrid's, want to join me?"

    "Sure, let's go," Miranda hops into her snug snow boots and waltzes out of the common room arm in arm with Hermione.

    They pass a group of Durmstrang boys drilling exercises in the snow covered ground, led by none other than Viktor Krum, who winks at Hermione as they saunter past.

    Hermione blushes fiercely, as Miranda gapes at her in astonishment, "Did- did Krum just wink at you?"

    "Shhh," Hermione hushes her, glowing red,  "it's not a big deal."

    "Hermione Jean Granger you've been holding out on me!" Miranda swats her across the arm with a forest green mittened hand. She puts her hands on her hips, "What is going on there?" Miranda pokes her.

    Hermione lifts her chin primly, trying not to betray any sort of emotion,"Viktor and I have become friends, we started talking in the library one day and..."

    "Viktor? You call him Viktor?" Miranda's eyes are saucers, bugging out of her head

    "It's not a big deal," Hermione insists, hustling briskly down the path.

    Miranda chases after her, not letting up, "Oh, I beg to differ! Hermione, you little flirt! He's seventeen! And a professional Seeker!" Miranda has never known Hermione to be so secretive. Apparently, their relationship was much more than she was admitting to, Miranda could tell.

    By this point Hermione is fire engine red, "Just...don't tell the boys yet, okay?" Miranda feels honored to have been chosen for this tidbit of information, despite only having met Hermione this year. And over Ron and Harry, no less. Though, she does understand the allure of keeping it from the two boys. They are nosy as hell, and have no boundaries.

    Plus, Miranda has a sneaking suspicion that Ron would not take the news too well, especially since Krum is his favorite player.

    She puts a finger to her lips, "Your secret's safe with me."

    Meanwhile, back in the Gryffindor commons, Harry and Ron sit glumly, also dateless.

    Ron stares blankly into the crackling fire, "You asked anyone yet?"

    "No," Harry shakes his head, propping his chin on his hands. "You?"

    "No," Ron replies in monotone. "You?"