Chapter VII: The Yule Ball "...The Yule Ball," McGonagall said, and that was when I woke up. "What?" I muttered to a random Gryffindor sitting next to me. "The Yule Ball, a ball," he said with a confused expression. "I know that dummy," I replied, rolling my eyes. "Ronald Weasley, can you come up here?" McGonagall called out. I couldn’t help but chuckle. They hilariously stumbled through a dance together, and I laughed louder than I had in a long time. But then... it happened. "Now, you will be advised to find a partner to dance with," McGonagall said with her usual stern expression. My heart dropped. If Xavier heard this, he'd make a bet right away about who would get a date first. And I was already in debt to him—three galleons from last year, and this year it would be thirty-seven galleons. I don’t have that kind of money. I’m screwed.
