Who: Mel and Donny
Where: The ball
When: The night of the ball
What: Being at a ball
Rating: Ball PG-13
After giving Cutter up to his real date, Melanie had drifted happily around the Great Hall, catching herself up in conversations and occasionally dancing with someone - quite often a boy from the younger years, just to be nice. She felt all pretty and done up in her dress, a far cry from the practical and slightly tomboyish get up she usually spent her time in when she was out of uniform, and with the mood of the dance she was feeling floaty and giddy.
Thirsty, she went to the punch table to have a quick drink before looking around to find someone else to talk to, or dance with. Standing nearby was Donny, and she flushed a little, ducking her head a bit to hide the smile that appeared almost without her consent. Despite them being in the same House and Donny only being a year older, she wasn't really sure what he thought of her. Probably that she was silly and naive, like everyone. Still, she wanted to approach him and open conversation, and at the same time turn and run away, and she stood frozen for a moment, anxiety churning in her stomach. What if she sounded completely stupid?