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❀𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 ❀

❤︎ 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓱𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓶 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬 ❤︎

With a gleeful grin adorning my lips, I gracefully turn towards Pansy and Luna, delicately reaching for my purse before swiftly tucking  the pocket mirror within. Our sanctuary within the Room of Requirement serves as the backdrop for our preparations, our minds eagerly immersed in the enchantment of the forthcoming Halloween festivities. Three resplendent dresses, meticulously hung upon a clothes rail, await our embrace. Luna, seated upon a plush black couch, emanates an ethereal aura, while Pansy deftly weaves intricate spells with her wand, skillfully adorning her hair in an intricate fashion. Her mermaid-style dress, adorned in shades of green and blue, bears a faint resemblance to the mythical creatures of the deep. As for Luna, her dress dazzles in a vibrant orange hue, leaving me pondering the symbolism it seeks to evoke.

"Do either of you have a companion for the evening?" I inquire, a playful lilt in my voice.

Luna's dreamy gaze elicits a giggle from within my soul. "Yes, I shall be attending with Neville."

Inwardly, I scold myself for not deducing this connection sooner. Pansy's rosy cheeks speak volumes, clearly indicating the identity of her suitor. At the questioning tilt of my head, she nods in affirmation. Overwhelmed with joy, I spring into action, engulfing her in an exuberant embrace, celebrating the blossoming connection. As for myself, Theodore extended his invitation immediately following Minerva's announcement, and with a radiant smile, I accepted, hopeful that this partnership may assuage my lingering thoughts of the Potions Master, relegating them to the realm of professional engagements.

"Shall we commence with our attire, my dears? After all, the grand opening awaits, a mere twenty minutes hence."

With unanimous nods, we redirect our attention to the mirrors before us, scrutinizing our appearances one last time. My raven-black tresses have been masterfully fashioned into an elaborate crown-like coiffure, while my eyelids shimmer with a bewitching black hue. The stark contrast of my darkened lids accentuates the allure of my blood-red lips. As I possess a natural pallor, this vampiric aesthetic harmonizes seamlessly with my chosen persona. With a mischievous grin, I cast an illusionary spell upon my canines, imparting them with a pointed and elongated allure. Satisfied with my reflection, I summon my dress with a wave of my wand, discarding my prior garments with graceful movements. A flick of the wand, and the fabric caresses my form, cascading in resplendent waves around my legs. Black-painted nails provide the finishing touch, ensuring that every detail of my external manifestation resonates harmoniously. Lastly, I slip into my ebony high heels, graciously enchanted by Twixy, my devoted house-elf, without which I would surely falter with each stride.

"Shall we proceed?"

Assured by the unanimous consent of my companions, we engage in spirited conversation as we make our way towards the entrance hall, where Theodore eagerly awaits my arrival. As he turns towards me, a smile delicately graces my lips, beholding his figure adorned in a ceremonial black cape, intricately embellished with rich blood-red motifs. A perfect complement to my own attire, as I muse with amusement. The silver belt buckle glimmers in the torchlight, its brilliance mirrored by the polished black leather shoes that grace his feet. The signet ring of the noble Nott family gleams on his left ring finger, imbuing his ensemble with an aristocratic touch. Beaming with delight, I observe the charm he has added to his canines, completing the captivating transformation. Theodore, the embodiment of Slytherin grace, offers his arm, prompting me to execute a graceful curtsy in response.