Author's Notes: A small piece that I found in an old journal; I must have forgotten to post it.
Written: October 11, 2004.
Sparkle, Shine
It was the night of the Yule Ball. The rest of the girls from her dormitory were innocently stalking the corridors in hopes of finding a Beauxbatons boy without a date, but she hadn't left the room yet.
The Great Hall was, without a doubt, already filled with students from all three schools. That was alright, because she was still getting ready, and she couldn't arrive until she was just perfect. She flipped through a thin book that contained glamour spells, and let her finger land on a few. Bright red lips, pink sparkly cheeks, purple eyelids that matched her robes. Braids and curls and crimps (that were already starting to thin out) in her hair. Blue glitter glued onto her shoes, and stockings with faint polka dots.
Her nails were a metallic green, and shone in the candlelight, like the sparkles in her cheeks and on her shoes. She redid a few braids and a few curls, and smoothed out her sleeves. She was ready.
She let the long, purple folds of her dress robes fall over the corners of the bed, as her curls bounced on her pillow. Tonight, she would trade places with Padma.
The fourth year would be grooming in her dormitory, and Luna Lovegood would dance with Ronald Weasley. She closed her eyes and didn't open them again until morning.