Yule Ball
written by Louisa S R W
My one and only school dance.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
3
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Dresses
Chapter 2
Just a few hours before the dance started, I gave the girls another surprise. I didn’t have a dress. I also had no clue what people wore to these sorts of functions. I had been brought up as a side thought. By a potions master. They looked me up and down and the horror that was on their faces was clear. They had been planning this for days. The dress, the shoes, the hair. Every single detail had been thought of and I just stood there saying that I didn’t have anything. There were sighs there were huffs and one person (Hermione I believe stormed out of the common room because she had been preparing for months over, what I seemed to consider a relatively minor issue). Several of the girls tutted and started fussing. Saying “ok what do you have? Maybe we can work with it” My reply didn’t impress. “nothing”.
What I had to explain to them was that I wasn’t actually planning on buying a dress at all. I was planning on transfiguring like I do every day. This was also met with shock as they had no idea that what I wore was actually a transfiguration. After a minute or two silence there came. “You can do that?”. I was confused, of course I can! Before I knew it, I was being thrown magazines left right and centre to pick out things that I liked. Everything seemed really extravagant though. When they came down in their dresses I was still going through the magazines. I could see why it had taken so long. Planners, diaries. Groups. Each person was in charge of something. It took them hours and hours.
In our dorm we had a long, full length mirror that the girls had been using. When they all left, I decided to change, to transfigure. My dress I decided on one I had found in the book, and then drawn a sketch myself. I made in a dark emerald, very much a tone that I could imagine Professor McGonagall wearing. As I turned it spun softly. I charmed it with stars that glistened when I walked. My hair was down. Very much in the style my mother had used in the photos, I had seen. At school it was always tied up and pulled back so this made a complete change. I used a pair of comfy shoes and transfigured them to look pretty. Nobody would know.
What I had to explain to them was that I wasn’t actually planning on buying a dress at all. I was planning on transfiguring like I do every day. This was also met with shock as they had no idea that what I wore was actually a transfiguration. After a minute or two silence there came. “You can do that?”. I was confused, of course I can! Before I knew it, I was being thrown magazines left right and centre to pick out things that I liked. Everything seemed really extravagant though. When they came down in their dresses I was still going through the magazines. I could see why it had taken so long. Planners, diaries. Groups. Each person was in charge of something. It took them hours and hours.
In our dorm we had a long, full length mirror that the girls had been using. When they all left, I decided to change, to transfigure. My dress I decided on one I had found in the book, and then drawn a sketch myself. I made in a dark emerald, very much a tone that I could imagine Professor McGonagall wearing. As I turned it spun softly. I charmed it with stars that glistened when I walked. My hair was down. Very much in the style my mother had used in the photos, I had seen. At school it was always tied up and pulled back so this made a complete change. I used a pair of comfy shoes and transfigured them to look pretty. Nobody would know.
