Before the dance... I was staring at myself in the mirror. I literally had nothing to wear that was dance worthy. I had turned my hair my regular old platinum blonde, and my eyes were my normal boring turquoise. What in the world would I dang wear? Then I got an idea. I ran to the dungeons, where the Slytherin dorms were. It was a very, VERY long run. I said the password and raced into the dorms. I barged into one, and saw Harry's twin, Harley, getting ready for the ball. "Hello, Lexus," she shyly said. It was a weird dynamic, a 3rd year in a friendship with a 5th year. "Har, I need a dress. Do you have any spares?" I sounded desperate. "Why of course! Who do you think I am?" Harley answered, astonished. She was the fashion capital of Slytherin, having extras for everything. "Here," said Harley, tossing a dress at me. "Go try it on." I went behind a little sheet and put it on. It was a beautiful dress, with a flowy bottom and a lacy top. Harley also tossed me some white and gold boots. She knows me well. I emerged out from behind the sheet, and Harley gasped. "You look...beautiful." I blushed of embarrassment. "Come," she gestured to sit at her dressing table "We have to create the finishing touches." By the time Harley was done with me, I was stunning. My hair was tied up in a complicated, yet elegant, bun. Turquoise earrings bore my ears, and a silver chain wrapped around my neck. Harley didn't do much noticeable makeup, except for that my lips were bright red. I twirled in the mirror. "I look amazing," I said. I wrapped Harley in a hug. "Thank you." After a moment, we got out of our hug. Then Harley declared, "Now, let's go to that ball!" We ran. A LOT. The ball was taking place in the Great Hall(great, now I'm rhyming), which was a great deal away from the dungeons. My dress flowed behind me as I ran like my life depended on it. After a few minutes(maybe ten), we had finally arrived at our destination. Harley went to find her best friends Carlotta Martinez and Miriam Patterson. I went to find Harry, who I was going with as friends(Did you REALLY expect me to have an actual date? Because I didn't). I found him talking with Ron and Hermione at the punch table, avoiding the dance floor. It makes sense why. He is an AWFUL dancer, no matter how many times we try to teach him to dance. I still have the bruises from him stepping on my feet. "Hey, Harry," I greeted. "Avoiding the dance floor, am I right?" I gave him a cheeky smile as he flushed in embarrassment. Ron burst out laughing, and Hermione slapped his shoulder. "You're not a bad dancer, Harry," Hermione sounded genuine, but I knew she was lying. I snorted softly. Finally, the dance started and everyone began having the time of their lives. The End.
This is 1st person view! Credits to @Harley_Potter , aka ME!
