Counting Her Tears
Chapter 8: Yule Ball
A/N: I know this seems almost too fast, but come on; stories that drag on mostly badly (see last chapter) aren't too fun. Sorry about the last one, the real point can be summed down to: Katie Meets Blaise. Three Words. How sad. Remember 3 reviews my darlings!
Anonymous: Yea, I did, Emz is also my nickname, and everyone says I look just like Emma W. only blonde. Coincidence? I'll leave that to you.
Afza-Chan: Thanks! And also, much thanks for adding COUNTING HER TEARS to your fave. Stories list! That's awesome!
Cleojan5: He just got tired of hating people, mostly her. Thanks a lot, I'll read your story just after I post this!
Lady of Masbolle: Thanks again, and you are one awesome reviewer! Enjoy this!
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The night of the Yule Ball began with Katie hurriedly shoving herself into a black gown with a diamond-encrusted (low) neckline, no straps, and a large upside down 'V' missing from the back.
"Katie, don't rush! There are exactly two hours and twenty one minutes until you need to be down there, slow down!" Angelina instructed, stepping into a silver dress herself.
Angelina was going to the dance with George, and Alicia with Fred. But that was the last concern in Katie's mind.
She charmed her hair into a spectacular up-do that looked formal, but messy and as if she had spent only three seconds on it. Which was also untrue, but that didn't matter.
When completed, Katie's eyes were rimmed with smoky gray charcoal, her lips were glossy, yet nude, and her messy hairstyle was topped off with a touch of glitter.
She looked perfect. "Okay," Katie breathed, turning in a circle, "How do I look?"
"Gorgeous!" Oliver grinned.
The twins whistled.
Alicia clapped politely, and Angelina hugged her tightly.
"Marcus will love you even more!" She whispered to Katie. The thought only made Katie's smile brighter.
In the Slytherin seventh year boy's dorm, Marcus and Blaise admired them selves in the full-length mirror on their wall. Marcus had a black muggle suit on, with a black silk shirt under it. The sheen from his shirt only accentuated the Slytherin crest ring on his right ring finger.
Blaise looked just as fine, with a silver shirt on instead. Blaise decided to go stag, leaving his options quite open. All the better, of course, Blaise couldn't be tied down with one girl.
"I'm going now." Marcus stated, getting off his bed and closing the door behind him. Blaise followed suit.
Blocking the doors to the Great Hall was a group of well over 100 students crowding around a single person no one could see. "That should be interesting..." Blaise smirked, "Watch it be Granger doing something stupid. That would bring a crowd."
Marcus was already two steps ahead of him, pushing through the group till he made it to the center of the chaos. Katie.
Smiling slightly smugly, he bent his arm for her, and Katie grabbed on to it, then Marcus, with Katie in tow lead the crowd into the Great Hall.
"You look beautiful tonight." He whispered.
"You look quite charming yourself!" She smiled.
I'm so sorry this chapter was lame as well. I just wanted to get this over with. I'm really really sorry! PS-The dance ends, nothing really happens. Okay. Now 3 reviews please. And I'm wondering what I should do my next ff on: so please help me pick.
Something about Seamus Finnigan.
Something (romantic and post Hogwarts) with the Twins.
Vote!
Thanks for reading this painfully bad thing.
Love, Emz.
Chapter 8: Yule Ball
A/N: I know this seems almost too fast, but come on; stories that drag on mostly badly (see last chapter) aren't too fun. Sorry about the last one, the real point can be summed down to: Katie Meets Blaise. Three Words. How sad. Remember 3 reviews my darlings!
Anonymous: Yea, I did, Emz is also my nickname, and everyone says I look just like Emma W. only blonde. Coincidence? I'll leave that to you.
Afza-Chan: Thanks! And also, much thanks for adding COUNTING HER TEARS to your fave. Stories list! That's awesome!
Cleojan5: He just got tired of hating people, mostly her. Thanks a lot, I'll read your story just after I post this!
Lady of Masbolle: Thanks again, and you are one awesome reviewer! Enjoy this!
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The night of the Yule Ball began with Katie hurriedly shoving herself into a black gown with a diamond-encrusted (low) neckline, no straps, and a large upside down 'V' missing from the back.
"Katie, don't rush! There are exactly two hours and twenty one minutes until you need to be down there, slow down!" Angelina instructed, stepping into a silver dress herself.
Angelina was going to the dance with George, and Alicia with Fred. But that was the last concern in Katie's mind.
She charmed her hair into a spectacular up-do that looked formal, but messy and as if she had spent only three seconds on it. Which was also untrue, but that didn't matter.
When completed, Katie's eyes were rimmed with smoky gray charcoal, her lips were glossy, yet nude, and her messy hairstyle was topped off with a touch of glitter.
She looked perfect. "Okay," Katie breathed, turning in a circle, "How do I look?"
"Gorgeous!" Oliver grinned.
The twins whistled.
Alicia clapped politely, and Angelina hugged her tightly.
"Marcus will love you even more!" She whispered to Katie. The thought only made Katie's smile brighter.
In the Slytherin seventh year boy's dorm, Marcus and Blaise admired them selves in the full-length mirror on their wall. Marcus had a black muggle suit on, with a black silk shirt under it. The sheen from his shirt only accentuated the Slytherin crest ring on his right ring finger.
Blaise looked just as fine, with a silver shirt on instead. Blaise decided to go stag, leaving his options quite open. All the better, of course, Blaise couldn't be tied down with one girl.
"I'm going now." Marcus stated, getting off his bed and closing the door behind him. Blaise followed suit.
Blocking the doors to the Great Hall was a group of well over 100 students crowding around a single person no one could see. "That should be interesting..." Blaise smirked, "Watch it be Granger doing something stupid. That would bring a crowd."
Marcus was already two steps ahead of him, pushing through the group till he made it to the center of the chaos. Katie.
Smiling slightly smugly, he bent his arm for her, and Katie grabbed on to it, then Marcus, with Katie in tow lead the crowd into the Great Hall.
"You look beautiful tonight." He whispered.
"You look quite charming yourself!" She smiled.
I'm so sorry this chapter was lame as well. I just wanted to get this over with. I'm really really sorry! PS-The dance ends, nothing really happens. Okay. Now 3 reviews please. And I'm wondering what I should do my next ff on: so please help me pick.
Something about Seamus Finnigan.
Something (romantic and post Hogwarts) with the Twins.
Vote!
Thanks for reading this painfully bad thing.
Love, Emz.