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[elisa elaine demitite]

Truly, Elisa didn't see the purpose in having an event like the Masquerade Ball, and she knew no one really expected her to go. Which was precisely the reason why she was. She loathed being predictable and was trying her hardest to be the opposite. Although as her friend decided to dress her up and do her hair, she was throwing sarcastic remarks the entire time. Elisa was the type of girl who was quiet until something was said that sparked her interest, and then she could talk for days. Ofcourse there were a few people that kept her talking as well, people who were interesting. It was true, Elisa did have her eye on a few people in the school, though she never let on that she liked them anyways. She had learned that if a guy likes you he'll come to you and if not, you make a fool out of yourself for trying.

Elisa was pretty and she knew that, but she didn't linger in front of the mirror long when her friend finished her hair and slid the dress over her. "Oh, Elisa~ Her friend said, smirking slightly and holding up a lacey garter that Elisa had taken time to stuffing at the bottom of her trunk. She grimaced and lunged to grab the garter, but Stephenie, her friend, simply retreated a step and kept waving in her face. "Steph, please. Just fucking give me it!" Elisa said, her French accent showing up slightly. Her cheeks were flushed with pink color and Stephenie just sighed and handed it back. You should wear it, you know. In case some stud asks you to dance and then takes you back to his bed, She said, laughing lightly. Elisa rolled her eyes and said, "Just go, I'll be down in a second, kay?"

After Stephenie had left, Elisa looked in the mirror and smiled. She really did look nice, her hair pinned up but a few strands falling down in curls. There were a few sparkles here in there, larger ones at the corners of her eyes. She wasn't wearing much make-up, other then the glitter on her cheeks and eye lids. She had to admit, Steph had done a fantastic job at making her look stunning that night. She wondered vaguely what people would think when she saw her, and if any of the guys she likes would like her too, or ask her to dance. She instantly felt shallow for thinking of that, but it was what was on her mind at the moment. It was the one thing Elisa had always been ashamed of wanting. She wanted to be loved more then anything. Looking wistfully back in the mirror, her bright blue eyes gazing back at her for a second, she walked out into the hallways of the school.

She passed endless students on the way and a couple who were getting intimate in one of the empty classrooms. She had to stifle a laugh at that one. She had almost forgotten this was a Masquerade Ball and she quickly put on her mask that she had carried down there. Her dress was red and black, along with her mask which had feathers sticking up at the top. Elisa smiled, that was the best part. No one would be able to see her face, so if someone asked her to dance it wouldn't be because of the 'veela charm'. It would be because they actually wanted to. Making her way down the rest of the steps, her dress barely going mid-thigh she started to regret deciding to come. All the other girls were in floor length gowns, and while her dress was pretty, it didn't seem appropriate. She felt definitely out of place.

Sighing, she pushed her way into the great hall and was in shock at what she saw through her mask. The school had really outdone itself this time, it was very stunning in a way she didn't know how to describe. Realizing she had been sitting there staring at the room, she made her way over to the punch bowl, not intending to get any, but just standing there, wondering if anyone would ask her to dance.

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