4.

Hugging her wrench to her chest, Winry sat in her now-locked attic room, stroking Al the cat who was sitting contently next to her on her bed. Her head still ached from her step-sisters screaming fit as they stormed into her room and took all of her tools and metalwork- fortunately they forgot to look under the floorboards, where Winry had managed to scavenge one last tool to keep her company along with the feline who she could call her only friend. The day had been long and eventually it was just reaching evening, the time when the ball would begin... Her heart ached miserably as she thought of her step-sisters preparing themselves in their fashion-victimized dresses, and how they had slammed the door behind them. She could only watch as they rode away in their carriage, up the hill towards the palace... Winry had tried so hard not to cry since then, but she could take it no longer. Tears began to fall down her face, making Al the cat look up at her as the hand stroking him began to shake. He began to nuzzle her hand sadly before getting up, and pulling at her dress. Winry shook her head and pushed him away gently.
"N-No Al... I don't know what you want, but I can't get it..." Her only reply was a loud meow, and more tugging. Finally, when she could take it no more, she stood up, shooting an annoyed look at the cat for making her get up in her misery. She watched as the brown-eyed creature leapt through the window, making her even more annoyed.
"Ugh...! Stupid animal..." Immediately she regretted insulting the cat, knowing he was probably her only friend she had, and ever would have. Slumping back down on her bed, she hid her face in her hands, only to feel a nudge on her leg. Blinking, she looked down only to see Al holding a small, glinting object in his mouth. A small smile spread across her mouth as she took the key.
"S-Sorry Al, I'd rather be up here anyway..." Winry said to the creature, shaking her head. Instead, Al just began tugging her dress towards the doorway, making her frown.
"Fine, fine, I'll come..." Sighing, Winry stood up and began to follow the cat down the winding stairs, wondering just what on earth he wanted. She wearily followed him into the back garden, muttering to herself. At least this is was kind of distracting her from what was happening up there...

Ed stared out at the twirling feet on the dancefloor, lost in his thoughts. Just who was she? He was startled by a young girl with brown and pink hair, asking him to dance. Sighing a little, he got to his feet, taking her hands as he led her out. She seemed just the same as the rest... Boredly, he asked her name, only gaining the information that it was Rose. She seemed alright, pretty, but she wasn't as beautiful as the lakeside girl he had met... well, kind of met, the other day. As the dance finished, he bowed to her and stumbled back to his seat, still thinking about the girl who had now caused the aching bump on his head. Thank god his crown hid it. Sighing for about the fiftieth time that night, he slumped back in his chair, his mind still occupied with the thoughts about the mysterious blonde girl that his eyes kept wandering around the room for...