Hello again, everybody!
Just telling you all that I'm go all that I'm going with the movie Yule Ball girls' outfits, with dresses instead of robes.
Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, unfortunately.
Narnia POV
The day of the ball appeared in a flurry of activity, for both students and faculty. The Great Hall had been decorated with giant Christmas trees, covered in ornaments and tinsel. Narnia sat on her bed, shaking her head fondly at the other four girls in her dormitory. Five dress mannequins had been set up, each covered with their own dress for each girl.
"Oh my gosh, Hermione! Narnia! Where did you get your dresses?" Lavender asked, as Padma helped her with her hair. Hermione smiled from her spot at her dressing table. She was pulling her hair up into an intricate hairstyle, adding pink jeweled flowers.
"My mum got mine and sent it to me about a week ago." she said. Narnia looked to her sleeping pet, in its form of a cat.
"My father and brother sent my dress to me. It's my favorite." she said, looking at it. The gown red, with silver accents around the bodice. It was floor length, of course, and silver gloves had accompanied it, along with silver high heels.
"What's in the chest?" Fay asked Narnia. A small, round chest was in front of Narnia. She hadn't opened it yet. Now, she had no choice.
"I'm not sure. I was just about to open it." Narnia said, and she slowly lifted the lid of the box. Her friends all gasped.
"Oh my Merlin, Nia!" Hermione exclaimed. The other girls mimicked her shock. Meanwhile, Narnia put a hand over her mouth and let tears fill her eyes. Sparkling inside the velvet inside was a crown. Not just any crown, but the crown of Queen Lucy the Valiant. A note accompianied it.
Dear Nia,
Thought you may want this for the ball.
Love Always,
Your big brother,
Ed
Narnia grinned.
"Thanks, Ed." she whispered. Lavender looked at the crown.
"Wow. That's amazing." she said. Hermione reached forward, then looked up at Narnia.
"Can I?" she asked, and Narnia nodded. Her friend picked it up, and studied it.
"It's so beautiful. I'm doing your hair, Nia. You're going to be the belle of the ball." she said, and Narnia laughed.
"Work your magic, 'Mione." she said.
"Let's get to work. Ladies?" Hermione said, looking over at the other three girls in the room. The three went around getting ready, while Hermione sat Narnia down. She began to twist her friend's hair into a loose, curly side braid. She wove small red roses into the braid as she went as well.
'"I absolutely love it, Hermione! Where did you learn to do hair like this?" Narnia asked Hermione as she admired her finished hair. Hermione blushed.
"Just small things, here and there." she said. Narnia smiled, and went to change into her dress. It fit perfectly, falling just off of her waist, and the gloves reached up to her elbows. The shoes were comfortable, and Narnia sat back in her chair to fix her crown into her hair. Looking in the mirror, she saw a girl with brown hair and dark green eyes. Narnia smiled softly, and stood back up.
"Are Ron and Harry meeting you at the bottom, Padma?" she asked, and the other girl nodded. She was looking stunning in an orange and pink sari. When Hermione appeared, the girls gaped at her. She was wearing a fluttering pink gown, with small pink flower earrings.
"Merlin, Hermione." Fay said. The five girls giggled and walked down the stairs, and Narnia felt as if she was flying. While Padma, Lavender, and Fay joined their own Gryffindor dates, Hermione and Narnia waited upstairs, wanting to make an entrance. Hermione went down first, joined by Krum, and Narnia smiled to hear the whispers of shock running through the crowd. Her best friend was beautiful.
Pitor POV
Pitor stood with Viktor at the bottom of the stairs as Harry, his date, and his friend, Ron, came down. They were followed a few minutes later by Hermione. Pitor's eyes widened. The brainiac was stunning in a pink dress, her hair pulled back into a beautiful hairstyle, with pink flowers all over. Viktor went up to her, and took her hand, leading her into the Great Hall. Pitor heard whispers of shock float through the crowd. Draco Malfoy walked up to him.
"So who are you taking, Pitor? Surely you had your pick." the blonde said, grinning widely. Pitor rolled his eyes.
"You'll see." he said. Before the Slytherin could say anything else, all talk in the room stopped. Pitor looked up, and his breath caught in his throat. Standing at the top of the stairs was a queen.
"Is that... Flyer?" Pansy Parkinson asked, gaping. Pitor grinned.
"Yes it is." he said, walking to the foot of the stairs. Narnia smiled and slowly stepped down, meeting her brother at the bottom.
"Thanks for my gift." she said, and Pitot chuckled, and leaned down to her height.
"Anything for you, Queen Lucy." he whispered. Narnia laughed softly. He offered her his arm, which she slipped her own into, and they got into the line of champions, right behind Fleur.
"It's like being back home." Narnia said quietly. Pitor nodded as the doors opened, and the four champions and their companions walked into the Great Hall. Narnia waved to Hermione and Viktor, who were standing to the side, clapping with the others. Pitor grinned as he walked to the center of the floor, and Narnia stood in front of him, ready to dance.
"It's been so long." she said, and Pitor rolled his eyes.
"As long as you don't step on my feet." he said, and Narnia stuck her tongue out at him.
"Oh shut up." she retorted, "I only did that once, and that was before I learned the dances." Pitor smirked, and the music began. THe two monarchs danced around the other champions, and Pitor saw light, happy tears sparkling in his sister's eyes. Once the first dance ended, the hall ate their meal, and the music played throughout the ball. The duo spent most of the night with Hermione and Viktor.
"You two dance together so naturally! When did you first learn?" Hermione asked as they took a break, and Viktor went to get him and Hermione drinks. Pitor smiled.
"Thank you, Hermione. We first learned at our first ball in Narnia. Lucy ended up stepping on my feet a couple times, also." he said, and Narnia elbowed him.
"One time, and he never let me forget it." she told her friend, who giggled. As they talked, and Viktor came back, Pitor thought of something he had been meaning to ask the two Hogwarts students.
"What ever happened to Sirius Black? I know it's out of the blue, but I heard he escaped, and was spotted here." he said, and Hermione and Narnia shared a look.
"I think he escaped from the Ministry again." Hermione said. Pitor raised an eyebrow.
"Your Ministry is not very careful, are they?" Viktor asked, and Narnia let out a laugh.
"Not at all." she said, shaking her head. Pitor looked at his sister, thinking of what had just happened.
"Nia? Can I please talk to you for a minute?" he asked, and Narnia nodded, surprised. He led her to some of the seats, and looked at her.
"What happened?" he asked, and Narnia looked away. "I saw the look between you and Hermione. You know Sirius Black, don't you?" she nodded.
"He's Harry's godfather, and he was framed for the everything that happened. It was all a man named Peter Pettigrew." Narnia spilled out. Pitor smiled at her, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"That clears a lot of stuff up. Care for a drink?" he asked, and Narnia nodded, smiling. As he walked away, he spotted Harry and Ron sitting alone at a table, and snorted silently.
Narnia POV
Narnia walked over to where Harry and Ron were sitting. She sat down next to them, smiling widely.
"Pitor's gone to get us drinks. Care to join us?" she asked, and was surprised when Ron glared at her, along with Harry.
"What? He hasn't asked you to call him "Pete" yet?" Harry asked, and Narnia cocked her head.
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"You seem to be getting awfully close to him. Why would you get to know the competition?" Ron asked. Narnia let out a laugh.
"That's the point of these Tournaments. To get to know others." she said, shaking her head.
"Yeah. I bet the entire reason he asked you was "to get to know you"." Harry said, rolling his eyes. Narnia crossed her arms.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, quietly. Harry smiled apologetically at her.
"No offence, Nia, but everyone's been talking about how unexpected it was that he asked you to the dance, and not one of the older girls his age. I mean, he can't be younger than a sixth-year!" he said, and Ron nodded.
"What if he's only getting to know you because you're close to Harry? WHat if he just wants dirt about him, like Rita Skeeter did?" he asked, and Narnia gaped at the two boys.
"What? Are you both kidding me?" she exclaimed, "Why can't, for once, you two be happy for me and Hermione. We are your best friends, after all. Not everything is about you, Harry! Honestly, how I put up with you for all those years is beyond me." Harry was now gaping at her.
"But what if he's dangerous?" he asked, standing up.
"He's not! I can't believe you two are telling me this. Not everything is about the "Boy Who Lived", or the "Chosen One"." Narnia said, tears in her eyes as she turned and immediately ran into someone.
"Nia?" she looked into the eyes of Pitor, who set the cups in his hands down, and took her own hands as she began to cry. She saw him glare at Harry and Ron.
"If I find out it was you two who made her cry, I'm going to make you both pay." he growled, and took Narnia out of the crowded room, and into the courtyard.
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Enchantress