Well I'm ready for the ball. I feel all pretty. It's a rather nice feeling I'll have you know. Maybe, just this once I'll act girly. I'll flirt unnecessarily and act like a ditz. I mean, what do I have to loose?
I'm already wearing a dress and makeup.
It's a very pretty dress though, and I do kind of like the makeup…
Oh dear Lord! My moral is slowly fading!
Oh well, it's not like I had any moral to begin with. Plus, I mean it's not like my reputation will be ruined, no one from Hogwarts is here!
Anyways, I'm all spiffed up. I put on metallic eye shadow and my hairs all loose and wavy and bouncy-like.
AH! We're here!
I'm SO excited!
…
(5 minutes later)
I hate parties.
Absolutely loathe them.
Whoever invented parties needs to die. Die a horrible rotting death of doom! As soon as I walked through the door, my mother went and pranced on over with Freddy. Now I'm stuck listening to some cocky oaf brag about his polo skills. And I don't even LIKE polo.
Damn her.
"Oh Liiillllllyyyy!" my mother called in a sickly sweet voice; you know the one where she's trying to impress the public with her ultimate affection for her daughter.
HA. Affection.
Right…
"Lily," she started as I approached her, trying to plaster on a fake smile, "You remember Mrs. Potter do you not? And her son James?" She stepped aside to reveal said two, the former standing there happily amused at my shock, the latter looking just as put off as me. I stop mid-smile, making me look like a constipated cow.
A well dressed constipated cow mind you.
Anyways, apart from that…
"Hello, I had no idea you were acquainted with the Manderburys," I greeted politely. "Oh no dear! I invited them!" my mother exclaimed happily. "Oh, wonderful!" I smiled. It was here that the awkward silence took place…
…
…
…
Maybe I can go back to Freddy now…
Wait, what am I saying? Potter or Freddy…
Such a hard choice…
HA! Yeah right.
"Lily dear, you wouldn't mind accompanying James for a bit would you?" dear old mumsey asked sweetly, breaking the tension. "Of course not mother dearest," I replied happily, grabbing James's hand and pulling him off behind the nearest potted bush. "I LOVE you!" I squealed (once we were behind the potted bush of course), "You just saved me from another three hours of hell! I LOVE you!" I have him a hug and he stiffened up. Poor boy, probably shocking the living daylights out of him. "Wow Evans, if I'd known that all it took was attending some lame-ass ball for you to go out with me, I would've done this years ago," he said, giving his famous lopsided grin and ruffling his hair as we broke apart. I laughed. Usually James'd be dead right now but he's my excuse for avoiding Freddy, so he's in the clear. "Just don't let it inflate your head too much, Lord knows it's already big enough," I warned him as we stepped out from behind the pot. Several old ladies nearby glanced at us disapprovingly.
"Nothing to see ladies, nothing to see," James said charmingly before taking my hand and bending on his knees. "Lily, would you favor me with a dance?" he asked, gesturing towards the dance floor where most of the crowd was assembled (seeing as everything else at the party was boring as hell). I rolled my eyes. "Only after I get one of those brownies over there, they looked damn good," I insisted, leading him towards the snack table.
"Fine, but I get two dances then!"
"One!"
"Two!"
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Five!"
"Well Lily, if you're sure…" James grinned, having outwitted me. I glared at him.
Damn that wit.