"Idiots," Violet muttered loading her plate. "The Triwizard Tournament seems overrated."
"At least you have to be seventeen," Evangeline said hopefully. "That way you won't have to worry about Harry so much." Violet shrugged as the food disapeared.
"Aww," she said, her stomach rumbling. "I wasn't done yet. Screw them and their decent eating hours."
"Don't worry," said Evangeline. "We'll get some food from the kitchen later."
"The Goblet is almost ready to make its decision!" Dumbledore announced.
"I estimate it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber-" he indicated the door behind the staff table- "where they will be recieving their first instructions." He took out his wind and swiped it across the sky. All the candles extinguished except for the ones in side of the carved pumpkins sending the world into semi-darkness. The goblet of fire shined brightly then anything in the world sparks flying from the top.
"Any second," a boy whispered, the flames mirrored in his eyes. The flames inside the goblet suddenly turned red. Sparks began to fly around the room, sparkling in the darkness. Next moment, a flame erupted from inside the goblet shooting out a burnt piece of parchment. Dumbledore caught it with a wide outstretched hand. He scanned the parchment.
"The champion for Durmstrang," he read in a strong clear voice. "Will be Viktor Krum!"
Violet whooted and cheered into the air with many others. Evangeline meerily clapped her hands. When the clapping and cheering died down everyone waited once again in awe for the goblet to choose the next champion. Suddenly, a second piece of parchment shot up into the sky and Dumbledore clenched it in his hand once more.
"The champion for Beauxbatons," he said. "is Fluer Delacour!"
"BOO!" the girls harmonized, but didn't seem to be heard over the clapping and cheering. Evangeline caught Ron goggling at Fluer. She glanced back up at her. Really? Fluer? When Fluer entered into the chamber everyone was drowned in silence. Once again, the flame shot up and Dumbledore caught it. Evangeline and Violet stared in wonder at the piece of parchment. Who would be the Hogwarts champion?
"The champion for Hogwarts," said Dumbledore. "Is Cedric Diggory!" This earned the loudest applause of all.
"A Hufflepuff?" Violet screeched. "Bull crap!"
"Excellent!" Dumbledore called over her. "We have our three champions! I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, to give your champions every once of support you can muster. By cheering on your champion you will contribute in a-" but no one was paying attention to Dumbledore anymore. The Goblet had turned red once more and a flame shot up. A piece of parchment flew reached out and seized the parchment. His eyes grew large and the piece of parchment slipped from his hands onto the floor. It seemed as if he had gone into shock.
"Harry Potter," he said. "Our - fourth competator." Evangeline's head whizzed around to view Harry. He looked just as shocked as Dumbledore. Hermione pushed him forward gently. Everyone had gone into quiet anger. Harry Potter - boy of fourteen - was going to compete in the deadly competition with competators three years older than him?
"BOO!" Violet yelled angrily. "HE CHEATED!"
"GO HARRY!" Evangeline cheered as he walked into the chamber. The whole room filled with chatter as most of the staff disapeared into the chamber.
"Harry Potter?"
"There must be some mistake!"
"There's no way - Cedric's the Hogwarts Champion!"
"I wonder what they're talking about?" Evangeline wondered outloud. Violet shrugged as Fluer and her trainer came out along with Krum and his trainer. Harry and Cedric left quietly but they were greeted by routy Gryffindors. The girls shoved their way through the Gryffindors.
"Harry, we need to talk!" said Violet stubbornly.
"Not right now, okay?" said a stressed Harry.
"No, right now!" said Violet and ripped him from the Gryffindors. They tried to follow, so the twins pulled Harry forward breaking into a run and hid in the Slytherin common room.
"Listen," said Violet. "I-I had a dream."
"Of what?" Harry questioned. Violet went into details of her dream trying to make it sound even more painful for Harry's sake. She tried to stress how much pain he would go through, seeing Diggory die, and then when Voldemort came back. She stressed every detail, exaggerating at times, but made sure he understood everything, and that it would mean so many issues for the world if Voldemort came back. If Harry won.
Harry scoffed. "No way that's real."
"Harry, you heard what Trelwaney said about me!" Violet said. "Listen to me!"
She grabbed his arm as he started to leave. She stood up, looking down at him.
"Harry, please listen to me," she pleaded. "It will happen. I know it will. The only way it won't is if you DON'T win. You have to get disquailified on the first task. Please!"
"What other dreams have you had that "tell the future" or whatever?" Harry asked, pealing her fingers off.
"I've had ones of Snape dying," she answered.
"That's a good dream," Harry replied.
Violet resisted the urge to slap him.
"Harry, Snape is the only family Evangeline and I have," Violet answered. "You don't get it. He's so important to us. He saved us from Dementors when we were eleven."
"He did?" Harry asked quietly after a minute's pause.
"Yeah," Evangeline said as Violet's hand released Harry. "No one knows that, but you Harry. Please, believe my sister. We don't want you dead. We don't want him back. Harry, he's trying to get us, too."
"Why would he want you two?" Harry asked, leaving the Slytherin common room.
Violet collapsed in a chair, holding her knees to her chest.
"He's such a pain in the ass at moments like this," Violet muttered. "He'll probably die out there."
"You're so positive," Evangeline said sarcastically.
"I know," Violet laughed uneasily.
"And besides, he might get disqualified before the first round!" Evangeline said hopefully.
"Maybe you're right... Maybe you're right."
The next day, the girsl resumed classes. Only some of the students were pleased to see them back. Micheal gave Violet a warm welcome, giving her a tight hug. Violet grinned like and idiot, and Evangeline laughed at her. But then Neville Longbottom showed up, and Evangeline started grinning and giggling at nothing. Violet asked if she was drunk, and everyone laughed at the joke.
All the teachers asked how much of their homework they had gotten done. Violet said she had only worked on her Potions homework, and Evangeline admitted only doing Care of Magical Creatures assignments. Micheal offered to help Violet catch up on her homework, and Neville offered to help Evangeline.
"It's so sweet of him!" Evangeline said as they went back to get all their books for the subjects they would work on.
"Wouldn't you rather have Hermione, though?" Violet asked as she stuffed her Transfigurations and Divination books into her bag. She grabbed quills and parchement, shoving them into a side pocket.
"Maybe," Evangeline shrugged. "But it was just so nice of him to ask!"
"You're so weird," Violet said, ruffling her hair. Evangeline grabbed her Charms and Herbology books and shove them into her bag. She grabbed quills and parchment and a bit of ink. Violet picked up her Potions book, and they went back to the entrance hall.
"I'm off to the library to meet up with Micheal," Violet said. "See you later."
"Alright," Evangeline answered. "I'm going into the courtyard with Neville. Bye!"
The girls walked off in separate directions.
Evangeline sat down on a bench, and Neville soon joined her.
"What are we going to work on?" he asked.
"Herbology," Evangeline said. "I suck at it. And I heard you were great at it."
"Thanks," Neville said, blushing. "So, have you done any of the assignment?"
"Nope," Evangeline said, popping the 'p'. "Haven't started a single one."
"Well, I guess we can start at the beginning," Neville said, uncertaintly.
"Alright," Evangeline said and pulled out a list of assignments.
She and Neville began working, and when they weren't working, they were taking. Evangeline learned Neville lived with his grandmother, and that his parents were once Aurors. She didn't learn anything else about them. She told Neville she lived with Snape, and he stared at her in fear.
"How can you live with him?" he asked as Evangeline wrote down a few words to an essay she had to write on Bouncing Bulbs.
"Oh, he's actually really nice," Evangeline said. She looked up at Neville's astonished face. "Outside of school. He's not very happy when he's here, but he likes teaching Potions. So he's here. But at home, he's not bad at all. He's a good cook, too. And hilarious when drunk."
"He got drunk?" Neville asked.
"Yeah," Evangeline said, handing him what she had written so far. "Violet and I accidently did that in our first year. We meant to get this wine out, but accidently grabbed firewhiskey. We had so much fun that night, and the next day we made him take us shopping in the Muggle world. It was so much fun!"
"I still can't imagine Profesor Snape drunk," Neville said once he finished. "It's sounding good, but this part's not quite right..."
"What was that about me being drunk, Longbottom?" a cold voice asked from behind them. Both students froze, and slowly turned around.
"Severus! Lighten up! I was just telling him a story," Evangeline explained. "Did you ever finish off the firewhiskey we got you for Christmas."
She thought she heard him mumble 'yes' before he stalked off.
"It's okay," Evangeline said, patting Neville's hand. "You don't need to fear him like you do."
"Al-alright," Neville stuttered.
"Now, what do we need to do when we're done with the essay?"
Meanwhile, Violet arrived at the library. She walked in, and Micheal waved her over to a table in a corner. She walked over, smiling and pulled her bag off.
"What do you want to work on?" he whispered as Madam Pince came by, glaring at them. Micheal took his feet off the table.
"Uh, McGonagall louded us with homework, so I guess Transfirguration," Violet whispered back, pulling out the book.
"Well, there's not a lot to work on, really," Micheal said, taking her bag and pulling out the Divination text book. "You need some stuff that we don't have to practice most of it. Sorry."
"Eh, whatever," Violet said, stuffing the book back in her bag. She moved her chair closer to Micheal so she could see what he was doing exactly.
"I still can't believe that you're a 'true Seer,'" Micheal whispered. "Are you sure you don't know anyone who was one in your family history?"
"Uh, I found out from Severus that my grandmother was," Violet muttered, taking the book and flipping through a few pages. It all seemed like rubbish to her. But, she was being told to study it by Severus, so she had no choice.
"You still live with him?"
"Yeah," Violet answered.
They worked on what was supposed to be a new dream journal. Violet did NOT want to put down everything she was dreaming, Voldemort rising, Snape dying, Harry in the graveyard, the visists back to the dungeon of earlier imprisonment. She ended up writing down some of the dungeon stuff, and told Micheal not to watch. He chuckled and looked away, over her head, scanning the shelves on the shelf above them.
After that, she wrote down vague details about a loved one dying. She left out the fact it was Snape, a man Trelawney worked with. She scribbled out random ideas for dreams, lying as her brain worked for every night she had a dream that involved Voldemort. Once done with that, she looked back up at Micheal. He looked down at her.
"Done?" he asked.
"Yeah," Violet nodded.
"Okay, so then we started working on visions," Micheal said, pulling out a different book from his bag.
"Seriously?" Violet asked, a little too loud.
"Hush!" Madam Pince hissed.
"Sorry," Violet muttered and took the book from Micheal. She couldn't believe she had to study visions when she already had them. But, she assumed, it wouldn't hurt to learn a bit more about these weird things.
"'A vision is the insite to the future,'" Violet read aloud. "Well, no shit, I figured that. Are you sure this book is geared to our age group?"
"Yes," Micheal said, holding in his laughter. "Trelawney wanted us to read it."
Violet flipped through the book and held it out for Micheal to take back.
"You keep it," he said. "I don't need it. I have no powers to learn about."
Violet held in her laughter by biting her tongue, but she did grin. "Yes, I'm this pyschic freak that's going to predict all events and take over the world! Oooh, be scared!"
"Yes, I'm so scared," Micheal said, pretending to bite his nails and hide under his arms.
They both tried to hide their laughter, but ended up failing. Madam Pince kicked them out of the library for the day, and they ended up going down to the lake to finish up. Violet put the book in her bag, and they went over all the rest of the Divination homework, Violet saying, "I'll make up some crap for most of this" when they got onto horoscopes and the way the planets moved that could predict your future as well.
That night the girls couldn't sleep. Violet was getting flashes of her nightmares; Evangeline was worried she wouldn't catch up on all her homework. She thought of Harry. Why couldn't he believe them? What was his problem? Just because they were Slytherins - that didn't make them evil; did it? She opened up her eyes and sat up in bed. She looked over and saw Violet wrapped up in her robe, studying.
"Violet?" she said outloud not caring if she woke up the other Slytherin girls.
"Yeah?" she asked looking over at Evangeline with slightly blood-shot eyes.
"Let's go," said Evangeline getting out of her bed making it squeak. Violet nodded and closed her book. Her tips were beginning to turn black. Evangelinewas worried about her sister. This year seemed to be having a real effect on her. The girls snuck down the hall way and walked up down into the Great Hall.
"It's so weird like this," Evangeline whispered glancing up at the ceiling. Stars glittered in the darkness above. "No ones here. It's so abandoned." Out of the silence, there was a muttering. The girls looked around wide eyed. They felt their pockets then groaned. They forget their wands! Footsteps echoed through the darkness. The girls took a stance and put on a fierce look. They did look intimidating when they were together. Out from the shadows came a familiar face - Viktor Krum. Violet instantly relaxed.
"Hey Krum!" she said. He stared straight ahead at her with out blinking. His mouth was set in a firm line, and he raised his arm to show his wand. He yelled out a spell the girls hadn't learned yet, but they were smart enough to jump out of the way.
"Dude, Krum, what's your problem?" Violet asked as she jumped out of the way and crashed into a table. "Does it really matter to you that were rejects?"
He got fiercer and swiped his wand faster and started to grunt out as he used more and more strength. Violet looked around and saw Evangeline had some how disapeared.
"Ah screw!" she said as Krum shoved her off the table and cornered her. He pointed his wand at her throat and glared at her still not blinking. He opened his mouth to say something, but there was a crash. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell to the ground in a heap. Evangeline stood behind him a piece of pipe held in her hands above her head. She was panting heavily.
"And that's what you get for attacking my sister!" she said fiercely. Violet jumped up and wrapped her sister in a hug.
"Evangeline!" she cheered. Evangeline lowered her weapon and let it drop to the ground on Krum's back.
"Wonder why he attacked us like that?" she asked as the girls made their way back to their common room.
"I don't know," said Violet. "But let's not tell anyone about this. We'll get in trouble for attacking Krum. Everyone will take his word over ours."
The next day when everyone was studying Hermione skipped over happily. Her bushy hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she holding a box that jingled in her hands. Violet and Evangeline raised their eyebrows.
"Hell-o," Violet said awkwardly.
"Hi," said Hermione holding out her box. "Would you like to join S.P.E.W?"
"Spew?" Violet giggled. "As in to discharge the contents of the stomach through the mouth? Vomit?"
"Thank you Violet, our human dictionary," Evangeline said sarcastically. Then the girls burst out laughing. Hermione's eyes narrowed.
"No," she said. "It stands for the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare." she pulled a gold badge from the box. "Would you guys like to become members and make a donation?"
"Naw," said Violet turning her back to Hermione.
"I spent all of Snape's money already," Evangeline said nicely. "And we don't know much about house-elves. Are you sure they don't like to work?"
Hermione let out a sigh of frustration. "Will you please just take the badges? And where them... please?" Evangeline saw Hermione was getting pissed at them, so she took one quickly and pinned it inside her robe so no one could see. Hermione looked over at Violet pleadingly.
"Nope," she said. "Never going to happen." Hermione's face went red.
"JUST TAKE THE DAMN BADGE!" she almost shouted. "TAKE IT BEFORE-"
"Alright, alright!" said Violet swiping the badge from her hands. She dug around her purse and pulled out a couple sickles.
"Thank you!" Hermione said sweetly and walked off.
"Gosh," she muttered then noticed Micheal Corner walking out of the cafeteria with a couple of books in his arms. Violet scrambled from her seat and walked up to him casually.
"Hey!" she said smiling. "Where you going?"
"To the library," he replied. "Want to come? I can help you on some more homework until the first task for the Tournament starts." Violet nodded eagerly and disapeared with Micheal. Evangeline giggled and noticed Neville sitting at the edge of the Gryffindor by himself. He had a couple of books laid out in front of him and was studying. Evangeline packed up her things and walked over to him and plopped down across him.
"Can you help me out with one more thing?" she asked. He shurgged, though he seemed happy someone thought he was smart. After the guys left to see the first task, the girls fell asleep of boredom. They woke up to cheering then ran outside to the Quiddtch field. Harry was grinning triumphantly.
"He won!" someone cheered. Cedric and the others were dirt crusted and were glaring at Harry.
"It was beautiful!" a chick cried. "He flew with such speed!" Violet gritted her teeth and ran over to Harry and slapped him across the face.
"Violet!" Evangeline screeched and ripped her back.
"YOU WON!" she yelled. "YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO US! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM, POTTER?"
The girls walked angrily to Snape's office. McGonagall had told them to go to Snape's office for slapping Harry. She had sent Evangeline with her just because she was her twin.
"That's not fair!" Evangeline grumbled. "We all make mistakes!"
"That wasn't a mistake and you know it," Violet sniggered elbowing her in the ribs. Evangeline sighed.
"Why did you slap Harry?" she asked.
"Because I was angry he won," Violet muttered.
"We can't help that," Evangeline sighed. "I don't want him to win either." They approached Snape's door and heard talking from inside.
"He's here!"
"Shut up! Others might here us!" Violet turned the knob slowly and found it was locked.
"Hairpins," she grinned taking one out of her hair and sliding it into the lock. "Always there for you!"
"The Dark Lord is rising!"
"He is not!"
"I can feel it! The twins! You heard the girl's dream-"
"It doesn't mean it's true!"
"The girl is a Seer, Severus! You can't protect them forever, Severus! We need-" The door swung open unexpectedly, and Violet saw Karkaroff with his sleeve drawn back showing off a tatoo. Violet and Evangelinehad a flashback. They remembered being held in Tonk's and Lupin's arms and seeing this on a Death Eater's arm. Karkaroff - was a Death Eater?
"Umm - we're in trouble - again," said Violet quickly drawing her gaze from Karkaroff's arm to pretend she hadn't seen it. He pulled the sleeve down quickly then stomped out of the office.
"What did you do this time?" Snape asked slightly alarmed. He bit his lip and hoped the girls hadn't seen anything.
"Violet slapped Harry," said Evangeline airily glancing around the room. Snape smirked.
"I don't see any reason for you to be in trouble," he said. "If they saw they would have asked," he thought to himself. "These girls are quite nosey as I've unfortunately come to know,"
"Just go to your Common Room," he said. "You need to catch up on your work anyways."
Violet and Evangeline were sitting at their desks during Transfigurations. They had both, somehow, managed to pass easily in turning a guinea fowl into a guinea pig. Since they arrived late, keeping up with everything had become harder for them. And it was odd for Violet, as she was an intelligent girl. It was nearing the end of the lesson when McGonagall snapped at Ron and Harry. The girls looked back to see them jump and look up.
"Now that Potter and Weasley have been kind enough to act their age," said McGonagall, giving them an angry look as Harry's rubbed haddock drooped and fell to the floor - Ron's parrot's beak had severed it just moments before - "I have something to say to you all."
Violet and Evangeline stopped twirling their quills in their hands and sat up straighter, paying attention.
"The Yule Ball is approaching - a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and an opportunity for us to socialize with our foreign quests." At this point, Violet started tuning out: she wasn't one for dances. But Evangeline leaned forward, clearly intruiged in the idea. "Now, the ball will be open only to fourth years and above - although you may invite a younger student if you wish-"
One of the most annoying Gryffindor girls - Lavender Brown - let out a shrill giggle. She was quickly nudged in the ribs by another annoying girl - Pravati Patil. Violet rolled her eyes and started scratching the back of her head with her wand. Evangeline glared at them, but quickly focused on McGonagall again.
"Dres robes will be worn," she continued, "and the ball will start at eight o'clock on Christmas day, finishing at midnight in the Great Hall. Now then -"
McGonagall stared around the class, glaring at the unfocused Violet, and continuing on.
Evangeline got bored as well and tuned her out
"Okay, I WANT to go," Evangeline said as she and Violet walked to their next class. "So you're coming with me."
"Over my dead body!" Violet shouted.
"But why?" Evangeline asked, staring in disbelief at her twin.
"One, too many freaking people that hate us. Two, I do not dance. And three, who the hell would we go with? Who would ask US - the REJECTS of all houses - to a dance that could easily be the most important social gathering of the year," Violet explained.
"But-but...You could ask Micheal!" Evangeline exclaimed.
"Yeah, like he would go with me," Violet muttered darkly. "He's probably already got someone." She started grinning slyly at her sister. "You could ask NEVILLE out."
Evangeline remained silent.
"I was just joking," Violet said.
Evangeline shrugged. Violet suddenly had an idea.
"What if we ask Harry and Ron?" she suggested.
"What?" Evangeline said. "Uh, okay. I'll ask Ron."
"Then I'll ask Harry," Violet said. "Well, off to class! Don't want to be late!"
She and Evangeline hurried away.
They didn't get a chance to talk to them until much much later. But when they did, they made the most of the opportunity.
"Oi! Harry, Ron!" Violet called as they ran up to them.
"Yeah?" Harry asked once they caught up.
"So, who are you taking to the Ball?" Evangeline asked, falling in step one side of Ron. Violet fell into step on Harry's other side.
"No one," Ron muttered grumpily.
"Same here," Evangeline said.
"So, hey, what if we go together?" Violet asked as though it wasn't planned. "As friends, of course."
"Okay!" Harry said, facing Violet. "So, we can go together, and Ron and Evangeline can go together, right?"
"Right!" Ron said.
"But, violet, we're going to have to dance together," Harry said.
A mask of pure rage covered Violet's face.
"Violet, put away to homicidal maniac face right now," Evangeline said. "Sorry, Harry, she doesn't dance."
"Me either," Harry said.
"Can we switch? Please?" Violet asked desperately. "We'd make a foul of ourselves!"
"I'd rather not," Ron said.
"Well," Violet said indignately, looking back down at Harry. "You guys know how we can change our appearance?"
The boys nodded.
"Well, you can chose our hair and eye colour," Evangeline finished.
"But-but isn't that something girls decide on?" Ron asked as the girls started laughing.
"After we get our dresses, you can help us decide," Violet said, laughing.
"See you later, boys!" they called as they ran down to Snape's office. They burst through the door in a dramatic affair, and slid over to his desk.
"What do you want?" he asked, massaging his temples.
"We need dress robes," Evangeline said. She jumped onto his desk and sat with her legs crossed in front of him. Violet followed suit.
"We're going to the Yule Ball with Ron and Harry," Violet added. "I'm stuck dancing with Potter."
"YOU'RE DOING WHAT?" Snape shouted, staring at them.
"We are going to the Tule Ball with Ron and Harry," the girls said slowly for him.
Snape stared at them, his black eyes wide.
"Anyway, we want new dress robes," Violet said. "You do still have SOME money, right?"
"Yes," Snape said slowly.
"Alrightie then!" Evangeline said. "Here's what we want..."
She and Violet went into large details about the dresses they wanted to wear. Snape scribbled furiously at a piece of parchment, trying to keep up with them. They acted like they had gotten into coffee or pure sugar, they were so hyper! They finally finished, and Snape's hand was cramping up.
Violet laughed at him, and Evangeline patted his hand, mock-concern on her face. Snape sent them away, wondering just how well this would work out.
The next weekend, their dresses had arrived. They brought the dresses up to the Gryffindor tower wher Ron and Harry let them in.
"Hello, Hermione," the girls greeted cheerfully when they entered. She stared at them in shock for a second and then remembered they were going to the dance with Harry and Ron. The girls bowered the room Hermione stayed in, and then walked over to the room Harry and Ron slept in.
"Wow," they said together.
The girls looked at each other and smirked.
Evangeline's gown was strapless, and the skirt fell to the ground, billowing out slightly from the waist. A thin strip of cream-coloured satin helped hold it up. The dress itself was cream, matching the satin strip. Another pattern covered it: gold, glittering leaves falling from the strip to the floor.
Violet's dress was held up by two, thin black straps. The straps were connected to a maroon corest. A black ribbon pulled the corest tight around her torso, and the strip of the ribbon fell down the front of her dress to the end of it, to her knees. The skirt of the dress was also maroon with black, spider web, lace over it. Sheer, plain black fabric tickled the back of her knees from the edge of the dress.
"Well, you get to help us chose what looks best with it," Violet said, sitting on the edge of one of the beds and crossing her legs daintily.
"We were think warm colours would look good with mine," Evangeline said. "And probably something bright and vibrant with Vi's."
"Warm colours?" Ron whispered to Harry. "What?"
Violet snickered and changed her hair to a dark red.
"Eh," Harry said. "What else do you have?"
"A rainbow of genetic mutations," Violet said jokingly.
Evangeline made her hair a pale brown.
"Possibly," Ron said.
Violet switched to a deep fuchsia. Harry shrugged, and Violet sighed. Evangeline switched to a slightly darker brown with blond highlights.
"I like the blond," Ron said honestly.
Evangeline took the hint and made her hair dirty blonde.
"Or maybe like Luna's?" Ron suggested.
"Who?" the twins asked.
"Er, hair like Malfoy's," Harry said.
"Oh, him," Vioelt muttered gloomily.
Evangeline did that and laughed. "This is my natural colour."
"It looks good," Ron said.
"Thank you," Evangeline said, smiling. "Eye colour...If we can ever get Violet's to work."
"Excuse me for not being able to match easily," she snapped.
The door opened, and Neville walked in, wearing a dreamy look on his face.
"What's up, Neville?" Harry asked.
Neville sighed and collapsed on his bed.
"He's in love or some such nonsense," Violet muttered. "Anyway, let's try sky blue."
And she did.
"I like that," Harry said. "I really do."
Violet smiled victoriously and looked over at Evangeline.
"Try curling your hair," she said, getting up and smoothing out her dress.
"Okay," Evangeline said and did so. Violet took ahold of it and pulled it up on her head. A few ringletts fell around her face, but the rest stayed in Violet's hands.
"It's so pretty!" exclaimed Evangeline when she saw her relfection.
"It is nice," Ron said.
"Nice is an understatement," Violet said and dropped her sister's hair. "Try brown eyes."
Evangeline made her eyes big and dark brown.
"Now that's my pretty sister," Violet said victoriousy. "What do you think, Ron?"
"You are pretty," he said quietly.
"Thank you," Evangeline said brightly, smiling broadly. "What do you think, Neville?"
"Hmm? Oh, you look verry pretty," Neville said, coming out of his trance for a second.
"Well, Violet, try sea foam eyes," Evangeline commanded.
Violet nodded, and her date nodded.
"That looks great," Harry approved.
"Thanks," Violet said. "I hope you don't mind, but I'll be leaving my hair straight, like it is now."
"That's fine," Harry said.
The girls went back and changed and then ran back to their room. Violet dug around in her trunk and pulled out an old pair of black ballet flats. Evangeline found a pair of white sandals with straps up the ankles. They both determined to wear the necklace Snape had given them during their first Christmas together.
The entrance hall was packed when the couples arrived. Violet saw Micheal with a blonde girl with a dreamy expression on her face. She was wearing a paint splattered knee length dress with different colored shoulder straps. Under the dress she wore knee length tights and sparkly pink tennis shoes. Micheal smiled at her awkwardly. Neville was with Ginny, the girl whom the twins hated. Evangeline automatically decided her dress was ugly and that she and her twins looked much better.
"So the rejects got dates with Potty and Weasel?" Draco's voice asked. The girls turned around and saw him in a black velvet tux. Pansy giggled at his side wearing frilly pink robes. Violet stuck her tongue out in disgust.
"Ugh, get away!" she said blocking her eyes with her hand. "Your blinding me!" Pansy snorted tucking Draco away with her. Ron, Harry, and Evangeline laughed.
"Oh no," said Ron and ducked behind Harry. The girls turned heads and saw Fluer Delacour walking by in silver robes.
"'Oh no' what?" Evangeline asked. "She doesn't look THAT bad."
"The man's in love with her!" Fred teased coming up from behind. "And might we say guys look great together! Slytherins and Gryffindors great match."
"Buzz off," Ron muttered. The twins laughed then went to go find their dates. The big oak doors opened and everyone marched inside. Over their heads they saw than an area of lawn right in front of the castle had been transformed into a sort of grotto full of fairy lights - meaning hundreds of actual living fairies sitting in the rosebushes that had been conjured there, and fluttering over the statue of what seemed to be Father Christmas and his reindeer.
McGonagall told them to wait on one side of the doorss while everyone went inside. They were to enter the Great Hall in procession when the rest of the students had sat down. The girls took a seat with Harry and Ron. They looked around for Hermione then their jaws dropped. Her hair was sleek and shiny and tied up in a knob at the back of her head instead of its usual frizzy mess. She was wearing robes made of a floaty, periwink;e-blue material, and she was holding herself different somehow-or maybe it was the absence of the twenty or so books she usually slung over her shoulder. She was also smiling - quite nervously actually. The length of her front teeth seemed to have been reduced.
"She looks stunning!" Evangeline whispered.
"Gorgeous!" Violet nodded. When Hermione looked over, the girls waved madly. Hemione laughed and walked off her arm linked with Viktor Krum.
"Now that's a couple I never suspected," said Violet in awe. When everyone was seated, Professor McGonagall told the champions and their partners to get in line pairs and follow her. Violet walked up with Harry nervously. This was just great - they were both going to suck at this! They did so and everyone in the Great Hall cheered as they walked up towards the large round table where the judges were sitting. The walls had been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling. The House tables had vanished; instead, there were about a hundred smaller, lantern lit ones, each sitting about a hundred people. Harry and Violet tried not to trip over each other's feet.
"Ow!" Violet cried hopping one on leg then stomping down onto the ground - she was supposed to go the other way. She bumped into Fluer Delacour. She glared at her, and Violet smiled back weakly. When the dance was over, everyone sat down to eat. Ron and Evangeline sat with Violet and Harry. None of them really cared for eating manners, so they all stuffed their faces and laughed. When they were done, the plates disapeared and everyone washed up. A band called the "Werid Sisters" jumped up on stage, and everyone started to dance. Evangeline and Ron laughed and joked the whole time dancing quite gracefully. Violet and Harry were fine just sitting around. Violet apologized for slapping Harry, even though she wasn't exactly upset about it. Micheal Corner walked over to Violet.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked.
"Sure!" she said not caring she was ditching her date. She and Micheal danced for the rest of the song, then planned to dance together the next couple songs.
Ron was asked to dance by a girl from the French school. She was just as pretty as Fluer, if not prettier. Ron seemed to not want to hurt Evangeline's feelings, but she smiled and said he had the freedom to dance with whoever he wanted. She walked around the dance floor and saw Harry sitting by himself.
"Hello Harry," she said flashing a smile and plopping down next to him. "How's the dance going?"
"Not great," he muttered. "Your sister ditched me for Micheal."
Evangeline sighed. "That's my sister for you." The music stopped then conjured back up. It was a slow, pretty song.
"Hey umm... Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you like to dance?"
"I suck at dancing to let you know." Evangeline stood up.
"I don't mind," she said sweetly. He stood up, and they made their way into the crowd. She put her hands on his shoulders, and he put his hands on her waist, and they swayed slowly to the music.
"This is nice," she said awkwardly.
"Yeah," Harry replied just as awkward. Evangeline looked up and smiled at him.
"It's nice having you for a friend, Harry," she said. "You guys are always really nice to us. I wish we could have been sorted into Gryffindor."
Violet looked dreamily into Micheal Corner's eyes. They were a gorgeous deep brown - why couldn't she had been sorted into Ravenclaw? She was just as smart, if not the smartest out of all of them.
"Finally caught up on your homework?" he grinned.
"No," Violet grumbled then smiled. "Would you mind helping me out somemore?"
"I wouldn't mind at all," he said. Then they stopped swaying. They moved in closer. He leaned in as if he was going to kiss her, but the music suddenly changed. Violet saw the champion's parnters walking to their partners.
"I've got to go," she whispered and walked away slowly. She was so close! She sighed then looked up and saw Harry and Evangeline slowly releasing each other. She raised her eyebrows. She hadn't been suspecting that! She and Harry walked back up front and danced again to a mournful tune. They didn't speak to eachother - they really didn't have anything to say. The music turned to a fast upbeat tune.
"I don't like this song." Violet mummbled. Harry shrugged.
"Me neither," he said. The two plopped down at a table. Evangeline and Ron came over minutes later sweating because they had danced so hard.
"Wasn't this wonderful?" Evangeline panted plopping down next to her twin.
"It was okay," said Violet looking longingly at the dance floor for Micheal. He must have left. Hermione came over later and plopped next to the girls smiling breathlessly. Ron stiffended at Violet's side.
"Hi," said Harry. Ron didn't say anything.
"It's hot, isn't it?" Hermione smiled. "Viktor's just went to get drinks."
"Viktor?" said Ron. "Hasn't he asked you to call him Vicky yet?" Hermione stared at him in surprise.
"What's up with you?" she asked.
"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you."
"Ron what-?"
"He's from Durmstrang! He's coming against HARRY! You-your-" he seemed stressed for words. "Your fraternzing with the enemy, that's what your doing!"
Hermione's mouth fell open. "Don't be stupid!" she growled. "The enemy! Honestly - who was the one who was all excited when they saw him arrive? Who wanted his autograph? Who's got a model of him up in his dormitory?"
"Yeah," Violet interrupted. "We're going to leave you ladies to fight." She grabbed Evangeline by the arm, and they left the Yule Ball.
"Who'd you dance with?" Evangeline asked.
"Micheal and Harry," she said. "You?"
"Ron and Harry," Evangeline smiled then noticed her sister's disapointed look. "Did anything happen between you and Micheal?"
"He almost kissed me," Violet sighed. "We got interrupted though."
"Oh," said Evangeline sorrowful. She patted her sister on the back. "Maybe next year?"
"Yeah," Violet sighed staring up at the ceiling hopefully. "Maybe next year."