For the Hogwarts dances, Ainsley and I usually keep each other company, and we generally prefer not dressing up. Casual clothing, such as a skirt and tank top, do the trick most times. Ainsley avoids wearing short skirts these days because of Sirius always sticking his hand up her legs, but she has no choice but to wear one anyway for fashion reasons. I stick to pants – I, unlike her, take every step I can to stay away from potentially embarrassing situations, even if they make me look bad.
It is just like any other dance though – it takes place in the Great Hall, there is lots of dancing, and it is mostly dark. Ainsley and I stick to the side, discussing just how stupid dancing is…that is, until we are joined by James and Sirius, our favorite little stalkers.
"Ainsley!" Sirius says her name warmly and, of course, tries to reach into her skirt; but she slaps him, threatening to report him, to which he only continues to flirt.
James tries a different tactic – he tries to build up slowly before he tries to put his hand into my shirt (seeing as I was wearing pants).
"Go away," I snap. But, before he says anything else, I huff away before anyone can stop me – I'm known to do that when I hate my surroundings.
I come to the conclusion, then, that I hate school dances with a burning passion – what was there to like, anyway?