She looked through the other boxes. James Potter jumped out of one that she had just opened the lid to. He walked up to her and started asking her to the dance and leaning forward to kiss her, she shivered and mumbled "ridiculous". While pointing her wand at him, he suddenly had a flowering dress on, she giggled, and he exploded. It wasn't really James, it was a boggart, they were magical creatures that lived in small tight spaces, and when they come in contact with them they turn into their greatest fears. Right now, James was hers. She was perfectly used to boggarts. They were covered in her second year at Hogwarts, but she had learned of them a while before. She pretended nothing had happened to avoid questioning form either James or Sirius, and turned red once she figured that either one had seen it. It was a little problem of hers. She never had much luck with boyfriends; her bad experiences made her fear them (not boyfriends, relationships). A silly thing to fear, she thought, and she normally didn't tell anyone. In fact, she didn't even think Morgain knew of this people who saw her were just baffled that she was afraid of a certain boy at a certain time and forgot about it eventually. She remembered that James and Sirius were there when they learned, but they hardly noticed her then. She and moved on to see what was in the box. There were black and orange decorations, she looked through the boxes with potions equipment and figured she would give that to Professor McGonagall. By the time Professor McGonagall had come by the room was in good order, she was happy of all the work they had done in such a short period of time. All they had to do now was decorate, which means they wouldn't have to come in for long the next couple of days. The week leading up to the ball was filled with giggles, quidditch practices and homework. Not to mention the detentions, and attempting to avoid James. Classes were not anything out of the ordinary, only Defense against the dark arts was different. There was a lady sitting in the back of the room. Gabrielle didn't learn her name, but had seen her in the back of the room, she had short, red, layered, curly hair. She was quite tall, (around 5'9) and had bright green eyes. She normally wore red, faded jeans, a black turtle neck shirt and a plain black robe over top. They had brought in more silver curtains for the two little booths on each side of the room in detention; they were high up on the walls. Gabrielle liked it up there in the booths. There were doors in the hallways leading up to them. They were lined with the same purple fabric on the walls and the floor. They reminded her of booths at the Fourus (a Wizarding version of a theater) in Diagon Alley. She sat there reading aloud to James and Sirius about the room. They got her down though, and she had to help hang up streamers. The night before the ball Gabrielle had not been asked to the ball by anyone, and she was glad. She figured James had scared everyone else off., but it was really that everyone knew she liked him, and he liked her. It was really very humorous to everyone seeing Gabrielle and James at it. The main topic of conversation in the grand hall was "you think James asked Gabby yet?" Gabrielle heard it once or twice herself. It was on her mind as well. She was thinking of a good excuse to tell him if he did decide to ask her, but she couldn't think of anything other than babbling on about how she can't. The three stood in the middle of the room admiring their hard work. The ceiling had bats swooping across. Big pumpkins that they had carved the other night were on the some of the tables, ready to be enchanted to float in the air. Streamers glided across the room. The room was beautiful again. Gabrielle was proud that they all brought the room back to life. "Well, I guess were finished for the night." James said looking up at the ceiling. Gabrielle nodded, Sirius headed for the door closest to them, James didn't follow. Sirius looked back from the door to see if James was coming or not, James gave him a look that told him he wasn't. Gabrielle knew what he was planning, and now so did Sirius. He left the room smiling. Gabrielle was still looking around the room; she decided to open a box with decorations they didn't use yet wondering if there was anything they should add before they return the extra boxes to Professor Flitwick. James had been walking up to her, but stopped instantly when he saw another one of him pop out of the box, Gabrielle Jumped back. Not when he's looking! She panicked. She tried making it funny, but it didn't work. "Ridiculous" she muttered over and over again. James saw she was getting desperate. "Let me help" he said. "Just like you helped with Snape right?" She said sarcastically. She didn't mean it, but this was horrible. James knew what she was talking about and it started. She tried again and again then just ignored the boggart and turned to the real thing and started shouting at him. It turned out to be the worst fight they had ever had. Gabrielle had mentioned everything they had ever fought about, and added in anything worth fighting about. James started trying to gain Gabrielle's eyes. Each time she would look away, like she normally did. He placed his hand on her cheek lightly and moved her head towards his. She did look into his eyes, for a while he looked into her big bottle green eyes. She was so startled she stopped talking. He had annoyed her too much over the past week. She started talking again but all he said was "Why don't you ever look into my eyes?" She just stared into his eyes; he did cast her into a spell like she feared. She kissed him before she noticed what she was doing, and before she could let her mind tell her otherwise. The boggart that had been walking around them in circles trying to scare Gabrielle had disappeared in a wisp of smoke.