Dedicated to my sister. No, not the same ones as before. This one's the third one.
Word: Yule Ball
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The hall was glittering bright with a myriad of decorations; loops and loops of gold bubbles, glittering ice statues looming out silver. The air was warm and scented with food and with fragrances, the people bright-faced, laughing and gorgeously dressed (well, most of them. Harry Potter didn't belong to the former and Ron Weasley didn't belong to the latter). Cho's hand tightened on the green silk of Cedric's dress-robes, feeling his warm, firm arm underneath. Mmm...
He smiled down at her innocently, and led her out onto the dance floor.
The butterflies in Cho's stomach trailed sparkling, crackling fairy dust.
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