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WHO: Ron Weasley and Lisa Turpin
WHAT: A matter of balls.
WHEN: Firday, Sept. 11th
WHERE: The Great Hall, attending the Ball!
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Incomplete
The entrance hall was crowded and a buzz of excitement and life filled the air as pairs of chattering and laughing students milled around the doors to the great hall. From inside the hall itself the jarred sounds of various musical instruments quietly being warming up could be heard mingled with the gasps and squeals of delighted students as they found their way into the hall which, undoubtedly had been decorated lavishly for the event. Ron descended the stone steps from the upper floor, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his dress robes. The old robes he had worn at the previous Yule Ball had been replaced with newer ones of a plain black style, they were not expensive or overly sumptuous, but they were well-made and fitted him well. Something which Ron was more than happy with. As he descended the staircase his eyes scanned the scene somewhat nervously, looking for the girl he had asked to attend the ball with him.
Ron was still slightly in shock that Lisa had agreed to go to the ball with him, of course he had asked her so there was a fifty-fifty chance that she would say yes, but still he hadn’t been expecting it. If he was honest with himself he was rather relieved that she had, he had resolved almost as soon as the ball had been announced that he would make some sort of effort to actually enjoy this one, then when Hermione had told him she was going with Ernie, Ron had given up all hope of enjoying the ball and even contemplated not going at all. Yet the more time he had to think about the impending date after asking Lisa, the more nervous and excited he secretly became. He didn’t know her very well, but she was pretty good to look at and Ron knew she was clever and not one much for giggling and swooning – or so he had assumed. And so Ron descended from the Gryffindor tower that night with a quiet confidence that he was going to let nothing spoil this evening. Nothing. He wasn’t going to sit around like a misery-guts in a massive strop like he had last time. For once, he would enjoy a ball.
A large gang of Ravenclaw girls passed him a few metres away and Ron craned his neck to see if Lisa was amongst them but she didn’t seem to be. He leaned back against the wall just by the bottom of the stairs, hands still thrust in his pockets (the palms of which were starting to sweat slightly) looking around every now and then.
WHAT: A matter of balls.
WHEN: Firday, Sept. 11th
WHERE: The Great Hall, attending the Ball!
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Incomplete
The entrance hall was crowded and a buzz of excitement and life filled the air as pairs of chattering and laughing students milled around the doors to the great hall. From inside the hall itself the jarred sounds of various musical instruments quietly being warming up could be heard mingled with the gasps and squeals of delighted students as they found their way into the hall which, undoubtedly had been decorated lavishly for the event. Ron descended the stone steps from the upper floor, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his dress robes. The old robes he had worn at the previous Yule Ball had been replaced with newer ones of a plain black style, they were not expensive or overly sumptuous, but they were well-made and fitted him well. Something which Ron was more than happy with. As he descended the staircase his eyes scanned the scene somewhat nervously, looking for the girl he had asked to attend the ball with him.
Ron was still slightly in shock that Lisa had agreed to go to the ball with him, of course he had asked her so there was a fifty-fifty chance that she would say yes, but still he hadn’t been expecting it. If he was honest with himself he was rather relieved that she had, he had resolved almost as soon as the ball had been announced that he would make some sort of effort to actually enjoy this one, then when Hermione had told him she was going with Ernie, Ron had given up all hope of enjoying the ball and even contemplated not going at all. Yet the more time he had to think about the impending date after asking Lisa, the more nervous and excited he secretly became. He didn’t know her very well, but she was pretty good to look at and Ron knew she was clever and not one much for giggling and swooning – or so he had assumed. And so Ron descended from the Gryffindor tower that night with a quiet confidence that he was going to let nothing spoil this evening. Nothing. He wasn’t going to sit around like a misery-guts in a massive strop like he had last time. For once, he would enjoy a ball.
A large gang of Ravenclaw girls passed him a few metres away and Ron craned his neck to see if Lisa was amongst them but she didn’t seem to be. He leaned back against the wall just by the bottom of the stairs, hands still thrust in his pockets (the palms of which were starting to sweat slightly) looking around every now and then.