Prompt: an event. I chose the Yule Ball.
Word count: 275
"You'll never guess what happened."
"You got asked to the Yule Ball?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"Yes – you should see your face. You're blushing like crazy. Who's the fellow?"
"You'll really never guess that."
A pause. "Nope. Who is it?"
"Harry."
An incredulous look. "Harry Potter?"
"Are there any other Harry's at Hogwarts?"
"It's possible. It isn't an uncommon name, and this is a relatively large school."
"Yes, Harry Potter."
"The Triwizard Champion."
"Yup."
A hug between sisters. "I'm so happy for you!"
"Thank you, but I have a feeling it'll be awkward."
"So you'll just have to show him the ropes then, won't you, Parvati?"
"Everyone knows he fancies Cho Chang."
"True. But I believe it'll be fine."
"Um. There's one other thing I needed to ask you about. I mean, I promised Harry I'd talk to you about it." A somewhat shaky, guilty-looking smile.
"Oh, no. What did you do?"
"Nothing, nothing! It's just...you know Ron Weasley?"
"Yeah...?"
"He doesn't have a date either."
"And?"
"Harry wondered if I knew anyone who could go with him, and I said I'd talk to you about it."
"Why did you do that?"
"Well, it's not like you have a date either!"
"And if I say no?"
Idle thumb twiddling. "Nothing, I guess." Standing up. "But it means you have to find a date in the next week or be shown up by your twin sister, remembering how limited your choices are."
"Clearly the choices weren't so limited; Harry Potter just asked you!" Arms folding. A moment's consideration. "Fine. I'll go with Ron Weasley."
A hard look's softening. Another embrace. "Thank you, Padma."
"Yeah, yeah."
