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Year Three: Ice Princess
"No. Tracey, no. I don't want to go ice skating!" Tracey rolled her eyes. She pulled her reluctant friend out of the Entrance Hall and onto the school grounds.
Christmastime at Hogwarts never failed to disappoint her. Fresh powdery snow covered the castle and grounds, and Professor Flitwick had hung fairy lights in the trees in the Great Hall and his classroom. Ghosts were singing carols. Even the annual Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff snowball fight brought a smile to her face.
Christmastime at Hogwarts was — for lack of a better word — magical.
"Oh, come on!" she pleaded, giving Daphne her best puppy dog eyes. "Please? It will be fun! I promise! Look, I even have an extra pair of ice skates for you!" Tracey held out an old pair of skates for her friend.
Daphne glanced at the objects skeptically, then looked into her eyes. Tracey watched as her friend sighed and then muttered something under her breath.
"What was that?" Tracey asked.
"I said," Daphne said irritably, "that I don't know how to skate!"
Tracey looked at her friend, before gently taking Daphne's hand. The other girl furiously blushed.
"Daphne," Tracey said lightly, "did you seriously think that I wouldn't help you? Or stay with you? I won't let you fall — at least, not too much."
Daphne glared at her, and Tracey laughed.
"What?" she protested, giggling slightly. "Everyone falls sometimes! My mum always says that's how you learn."
She watched as Daphne's posture relaxed at her words. Her friend took the offered skates.
"You'll teach me?" Daphne asked. Tracey nodded.
"Of course."
(In the end, Tracey thought her friend had nothing to worry about. She was just as graceful on the ice, as she was off of it.
In her eyes, she was a princess.)
Prompt — Day 7: (object) Ice Skates
Word count (not including title and author's notes): 296