I woke up early the next night, yawning softly as I got out of bed, but then it hit me. The Dance was soon! Not being able to be in sunlight, I was usual

to sleep during the day when everyone else was usually up and about, but did my work at night.

My Father came into my room just as I had gotten up, "Your classes for tonight are cancelled." he stated, barely coming into the room before he left.

I nodded, not caring, but on the inside I was jumping all around. I quickly scrambled over to my dresser and got the dress from beneath it, laying it out

neatly on my bed. I slipped out of my shirt and skirt, then slid into my dress, fixing it just right as I looked into the mirror with a bright smile. I combed

my hair out and put it up into a ponytail, nothing special. No make up, no nail polish, no nothing but me, my dress, and my flats.

I headed over to the door, pressing my ear against it then peered outside to see if the coast was clear, which it was. I slid out of the room, closing

the door quietly behind me and made my way out of his room, into the corridor outside. I started walking along, smiling as I headed up the staircase,

looking around at everything in amazement. I practically began running with excitement, but slowed down as I heard people talking.

I was so preoccupied that I ran into somebody, knocking us both back. I stood up quickly, brushing myself off and glanced over at the boy, "Sorry. I-I

was just in a rush." I stammered, flustered as I reached out the help the boy up.

He took my hand, standing up and smiled, "No worries." he looked at me better, "I've never seen you around before. Who might you be? I'm Harry."

I gave a nervous giggle, looking up at him, "I'm Silveus, nice to meet you."

He gave me a cheesy smile, "Come on then, or we'll be late for it." he turned and headed towards the room where the talking could be heard from.

I followed suit, but not as fast as I continued to look around just completely awe struck. As I entered, my eyes widen at the magnificent scene. Even

though being a witch, I had not ever seen something as beautiful as the room I was in. It looked as though everything were made of ice, with real

live falling snow coming from the ceiling, but disappearing before it actually came down on you. It looked absolutely stunning.

I glanced around as I made my way about the room, looking over at the table full of various drinks and wandered over, getting myself a glass of ice

water. As I sipped it, I looked at each person. It seemed endless, the number of people in the room.

I found that woman, Adelaide, and right next to her was my Father. I ducked over to a table at which I sat, making sure he couldn't see me. I smiled

blissfully as I sat there, just being there with the people. It was absolutely perfect, then a touch more.

I set the drink down and glanced around at every person, every formal gown and dress, then down at my own. Not very formal, I'd have to say, but it

suited me.

After a while, I noticed it getting brighter and the room had just about cleared. The sun was rising and the people were heading to bed, I guessed. I

shifted uncomfortably in my seat as I felt a small, irritating sensation in my arm, and guessing it showed on my face as Harry made his way over to me

with a look of concern.

I stood abruptly as he came closer, grabbing my arm as the sensation intensified.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

I shook my head, closing my eyes tightly as my voice got caught in my throat. Though mere seconds after the incident, I felt strong hands pushing me

away and I found myself once more in my bedroom, as I had been overcome with tears and the blinded by the pain.