Ami was walking to dinner, when she was ambushed by Ron Weasley. He started stammering something.
"Are you alright Ron?" Ami asked.
Oh no. She couldn't handle it. Not a confession! The hives were starting. She had to get out of there!
"WILL YOU GO TO THE BALL WITH ME!" Ron yelled.
Ami was taken aback. She forgot the hives and the blushing. She wanted to go to the dance with him, why shouldn't she? And she could get over the reaction—mind over matter!
She was Sailor Mercury for heaven's sake!
"S-Sure I will," Ami said softly. "B-But you didn't need to scream at me."
"S-Sorry." Ron said sheepishly. "So you'll go?"
Ron looked hopeful.
Ami scratched at the hives. Mind over matter. "Of course."
"Right. Uh, Brilliant." Ron said. "S-See you there, Ami."
Ami went for it. She kissed his cheek.