(Y/N) was the type to keep to herself. As everyone around her playing around in the fields or talked, she either read or did homework. One boy just didn't recognize her as a Slytherin.
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[3rd Person Pov.] "Hello everyone," Professor Snape began to say to the Slytherines. "I know that today is the day of the Great Masquerade Ball, but Dumbledore has extended the time to three nights- the three last nights of the year. On the last day before we conclude the ball, you all will take off your masks and reveal who you are to who you've been talking to."
Harry and (Y/N) had their things in their closets or the masquerade ready. Today was the day! (Y/N) looked at her dress that hung delicately on a mannequin. The clothes had been a gift from her mother ("To make your dreams real," her mother said). Harry had this clothes on a chain of clothes hangers. He couldn't help but feel nervous. What if he talks to the wrong group? What if he falls in love and finds out it's someone he's always hated? The endless possibilities...
Everyone was gathered in the large room behind the dressing room that late afternoon and everyone was talking. The girls whispered about who they wish to talk to and the boys laughed at jokes about one of them talking to someone they would never talk to. (Y/N) sat alone with a book as always. She sat near the corner of the square, wooden room.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron had been talking about the ball for who knows how long. Hermione and Ron had grown suspicious of Harry. He seemed so happy about the day.
(Y/N) was called to change. She teleported her book with her hand-magic, praying no one saw, and walked to the dressing room. Inside, she teleported her things with her.
She first changed her hair. It was now deep violet and straight and grown to her waist, thanks to magic.
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She smiled at herself in the mirror before slipping out of her school robes and into the dress her mother gave her.
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She slipped on her flats and gloves.
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