The next couple of years go by fast, now thirteen and in my third year of school. Nothing exciting happens; or that I know of. Class happens regularly.
Lesson, work, home, repeat. Boring as ever. Though, one day he mentions about this "TriWizard Tournament" and gets me all excited about it, but in
the end I still have to stay in my room.
A bit later, I heard him and this lady talking outside of my room, in his office. I heard over and press my ear against the door to listen, catching the tail
end of the conversation.
"Severus, you have to come. Staff have to attend." came a lady's voice whom, of course, I didn't know.
"Adelaide, you know all to well I don't belong at a dance." came my Father's usual cold voice.
"Come on Severus, it'll be Christmas Eve Night." said the woman's voice.
I decided to crack my door open just a bit to look out as my Father began to speak.
"I still don't see fit."
The woman, Adelaide, took his hands as she rolled her eyes, "First of all, it's the Yule Ball, second of all you're a professor that is required to attend,
and thirdly I want you to come."
My Father sighed, "Very well." he pecked her on the cheek before she left then turned towards me.
I jumped slightly, shutting my door quickly yet quietly and sat on my bed, beginning to draw as he came in, setting a plate of food on my lap then left
once more.
Once he had gone, and I had finished my food I laid back on my bed, thinking about the dance. Like, actually going to one and dancing with real
people. It seemed unthinkable, but somewhere in the back of my mind thought it possible.
I hopped out of bed and went over to my dresser, pulling out some drawers as I searched through my clothes. Nothing special. Not one piece fit
enough for a dance. So, I decided to make my own outfit. I picked out a few pieces of clothing and then began making my own dress, having very few
days to make it with the little supplies I had, but finally managed it in the end.
Nothing too special about the dress. It was a very plain black dress that fell just below my knees, laced at the cuffs and neck with a bit of fur that I
found from a jacket. I hid it under my dresser, so my Father couldn't find it and just sat on my bed, thinking of the day.
Classes, work, homework, repeat. It seemed even more boring and unbearable as my mind kept wandering off to the dance. It could actually work, I
realized the night before. I could actually pull this off. Meet people, dance, have a great time, and my Father most likely would never find out.
I fell asleep that night uneasy, thinking of all the possibilities that could go wrong until actual sleep finally washed over me and cleared my mind.
