My head was throbbing as I sat down. It was /so/ annoying, having boys chase after me, especially because the Yule Ball’s coming up. Not even ten seconds later, a guy casually plonked himself next to me and said in a loud voice, “So, Wilson, you have a date yet?” Great. The entire Gryffindor Table swiveled their heads toward me. I had already turned down at least twenty guys, cause I was hoping to ask someone myself. Being a Veela isn’t all to be excited about. “Uh, no thanks. I don’t want to go to the Ball with you… sorry about that,” But he still stayed in his spot and gaped at me. “Yeah… yeah that’s cool,” he mumbled. The Veela charm working on him? Yes. Did he charm me? No. “Get away from her, Barnett,” said a voice. I turned around and my throat closed up. Wearing Slytherin robes and standing there was my crush, Matthew Romero. "H-hi," I squeaked. He grinned and ran a hand through his already messy blonde hair. I nearly fainted. He was /so/ cute. I was currently aware that my face was scarlet red. "So..." he began. "Doyouwannagoballwimme?" I laughed. "I'm sorry, what?" Matthew took a deep breath and said, "Do you want to go to the ball with me?" And my insides and outsides melted. "Yes!" I squealed.
The first chapter of my fanfiction! This is written from Lucienne's fourth year, cause why not. Follow for more! xx -Lucienne
