Chapter 10

Beautiful Chaos

It was a few days before the Yule Ball. I was with Baily, trying on one of her dresses in my room. She was a little sad that she couldn't get in touch with Harry Potter. Rumor had it that he was going with someone else anyway.

"Are you ready, deary?" Baily said.

I was still trying to get the dress on. Baily was shorter than me, so it was a bit of a squeeze. I guess this is the price I pay for not originally wanting to go at all, having to borrow a dress at the last minute.

"Okay. I'm ready."

I came out in one of Baily's garish dresses. Like the one she showed me earlier, it was brightly colored and had too much sequins on it.

"Do I look too terrible?" I said.

I could see my cat, Mittens, on my bed. She meowed at me. Was it approval? Or was she laughing at me? I couldn't tell.

"You look wonderful." Baily said.

I turned to a mirror. I didn't look wonderful. I looked like some kind of circus performer. Goodness, if I got into the makeup, I'd probably make myself look like a clown.

As I looked into the mirror, I noticed someone familiar. It was Peeves.

"Hello, Miss Isorjiwski." He said.

I growled.

"Here to torment me some more?" I said.

"Oh no, I think I've tormented you as much as I could. I was just here to wish you luck at The Yule Ball. I won't be going because of some… disagreements I've had with some of the other ghosts." Peeves said.

Well, that was unexpected.

"I hope you have fun, though." Peeves said.

Was he being honest or was this another one of his tricks? He waved to me.

"Well, I'm off to go touch someone else's life with my chaos. Cheerio, Miss Isorjiwski."

With that, he disappeared. I never saw Peeves again, not until I graduated, anyway.

Peeves was said to be a spirit of chaos, an evil little imp that haunted Hogwarts', living only to make life a little bit more miserable for everyone.

I didn't feel miserable, though. In fact, I felt better than ever. I was finally honest with myself.

I love you, Corey Twothorn. I've been denying myself those words for such a long time. Now I can finally say it. I love you.

"Meow."

I turned to Mittens. She was playing with some string that was hanging down from my dress. She looked, cute, too cute. I don't think any of this could have happened without her. I picked up my cat and hugged her.

"You're a good kitty, Mittens."

Thank you for reading my story.

The End