A few days had passed, and the day of the Yule Ball had arrived. Amelia, Ophelia, and Helena were each getting ready in their separate common rooms.
A half-hour before the dance, the girls all met up in one of the hallways. Each looked like a princes, it was an array of beauty. As they stood there, complimenting hair-do's and make-up jobs, Hermione strutted by.
The tacky red dress looked horrible on her, and she could barely walk in the chunky shoes she was wearing. As she passed by the girls, Ophelia started snickering, because as Hermione went by, her dress started riding up, and her hug cat covered granny-panties could be seen.
Despite her discomfort, Hermione smiled in what seemed to be a grateful way towards the girls as she passed. As soon as she was out of the hallway, the three girls burst into laugher.
"I thought it would be horrible, but nothing like that!" Amelia snickered.
"Viktor is sure going to love her," Ophelia said sarcastically.
The girls all started their way down the hall. It was almost time for the ball to begin.
Amelia smiled. "I think that I speak for all of us when I say this," she started, "but this night is going to be great!"
Ophelia nodded in agreement, and linked arms with Amelia and Helena, "Let's get this party started!" she exclaimed happily.
