(Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter stuff 'n fluff. Kayara belongs to… well, Kayara.)
'Twas the night of the dance,
And all through the common room…
The boys were going crazy!
Hogwarts had done a very nice job of separating the girls from the boys. No boys would see a girl until the opening dance. The boys were called. Harry and Ron went to the Dinning Hall and were lined up along one wall. Harry, Cedric, and Viktor were taken to the front of the line and told that they would first dance with their fellow champions. It was decided that Harry would dance with Fleur simply because you don't dance with your sisters!
Just then, the girls marched in. They lined up on the opposite side of the hall. At the end of the line, there were three girls, one with flowing silver hair, one with long black hair, and one with her hair in a bun. All eyes fell on the one with her hair in a bun. She had on this white set of dress robes that looked all silvery. It had some gold piping on it also. She had sparkles on her face, in the shape of a butterfly. Her hair, which was in more of an upsweep, had hair jewelry in it. She had two curls, in the shape of a corkscrew framing her face, and, as she got closer to everyone, they could see that she had a glimmering gold star in the middle of her forehead. Everyone whispered, "Who is that girl?" Ron asked the same question to Fred, who was straining to see her better. "I believe, Ron, that is your date." Ron fainted.
The girls made their way up to the center of the floor, where the three male champions were standing. Harry approached Fleur, Viktor went to Kayara, and Cedric went to Avivia. They danced the first dance. After that song, the six chosen dance partners walked up through the crowds. Ron was beaming. Hermione passed him with a snort. Ron had a hard time dancing with Avivia; all the other boys wanted a go with her too. Everyone said it wasn't that Kayara, Cho, or Fleur (the other belles of this ball) weren't pretty, it was that Avivia has never seemed pretty. She underwent a total transformation. When the dance was over, Avivia went to the dorm room and charmed all of the hair jewelry back into its box and wiped the sparkles off of her face. The star, however, remained. It had never occurred to anyone who really didn't know her, that the star was a part of her face, just like Harry's scar was a part of his face. When she went to breakfast the next day with her hair loose again, everyone groaned. She was, and always shall be, sensible Avivia Potter.
(a/n: I stuck this at the bottom for no apparent reason. Just go on with your review and ignore this bit. Ahem, should I repeat myself. IGNORE THIS!!! IT IS A WORTHLESS WASTE OF TIME. YOU COULD BE ENDING WORLD HUNGER WITH THE SECONDS IT TAKES YOU TO READ THIS. HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES?)