 Aslan~ ✿ i ain't sorry.mp3 | i don't know her.gif ✿
After debating several times over, Althea had decided that taking a night off studying would do her some good. Possibly. Not entirely sure if she wanted to even stay the whole time, she figured that she might as well make a good entrance and then leave, dramatically, like a phantom in the night. Thankfully, her parents had elected to sending a little bit extra money her way so that she could purchase a dress of her choose; and even though her father had reminded her to keep herself moderately covered up, she chose to disregard that gentle warning - she refused to give up on a chance to be dramatically glam just because her father didn't approve of her dress.
In a terribly cliché sort of move, the fifth year found herself wandering into the ballroom. It was ornately decorated and Althea could appreciate all the attention to detail; it had a very ostentatious 20th-century-romantic-night-on-the-water sort of vibe. She noticed a few familiar faces - was mildly surprised that Etta could manage to walk in her shoes - and she wondered if she should go and socialize or just hang off to the side by herself. Not too far away, the Hufflepuff spotted Aslan. The older girl was an even bigger enigma than Derf, and Althea found herself drawn to her. She decided that being around Aslan was much more interesting than being alone.
It didn't take her long, but she managed to walk - without tripping or doing anything remotely embarrassing - over to the Gryffindor, but not before catching sight of Bentley and Chloe. Without realizing it, her eyes had narrowed, and she turned her face - no need to get upset, she could talk to him calmly later, maybe - and smiled at Aslan. "I love your dress," she said, trying not to gush - because she did, the dress was beautiful - "did you come alone, too?" |