Post by hermione jean granger on Aug 7, 2009 0:50:20 GMT
The idea of the ball was sort of not something Hermione was really looking forward too. After last years triwizard tournament ball, of course, she had fun with Viktor, but things just got worse by the end of that night. But, in the end, she talked herself into going, whether with a date or not. The fifth year gryffindor stood there in front of a full length mirror staring at her own reflection; the emerald green dress went all the way down to go over past her feet a bit, but not to much so that she'd end up tripping over the fabric as she walked or even danced. Her hand hung down across her shoulder; instead of being straight, it hung in many different curls. Hermione didn't bother with to much make-up, for she had on the black, but simple mask; with a few swirls of silver going around the eye holes of the mask. Her shoes, as much as she knew she was going to hate them, happen to end up being heels.
Shaking her head a bit, as she put the mask up to her face and tied it gently at the back of her head, Hermione glanced over herself once more before walking away from the mirror and down into the common room and out into the corridor. The gryffindor girl could hear the sound of the music and the chatter of students coming from floors below her. But the only sounds that sounded to loud in her ears happened to be her heart beat, pulse, and the sound of her heels clicking against the stone floors I should just go back to the common room. Change out of these clothes into something far more comfortable and study. she told herself, as she began walking down the stairs to get to the main floor.
When she reached the main floor, she felt herself getting more nervous, though Hermione knew she had no reason to be nervous. She knew that people probably wasn't going to know it was her and if they did, so what? Almost the whole student body saw the girl in a fancy dress last year, how would this be any different? Maybe because I'm not with a date this time. she thought and found herself chewing lightly at her bottom lip, as she walked, as quietly as she could into the crowd of people in the Great Hall.
Shaking her head a bit, as she put the mask up to her face and tied it gently at the back of her head, Hermione glanced over herself once more before walking away from the mirror and down into the common room and out into the corridor. The gryffindor girl could hear the sound of the music and the chatter of students coming from floors below her. But the only sounds that sounded to loud in her ears happened to be her heart beat, pulse, and the sound of her heels clicking against the stone floors I should just go back to the common room. Change out of these clothes into something far more comfortable and study. she told herself, as she began walking down the stairs to get to the main floor.
When she reached the main floor, she felt herself getting more nervous, though Hermione knew she had no reason to be nervous. She knew that people probably wasn't going to know it was her and if they did, so what? Almost the whole student body saw the girl in a fancy dress last year, how would this be any different? Maybe because I'm not with a date this time. she thought and found herself chewing lightly at her bottom lip, as she walked, as quietly as she could into the crowd of people in the Great Hall.
