Theme # 49: Yule Ball


"Alicia, listen -"

He tried to grab her arm, but she tore away from him, sped off. Her high heels clicked against the ground, though he could not see them, and then she was gone, had turned a corner and disappeared into the corridor that led to the library, the place she would probably look for refuge in.

But Marcus Flint did not think of this. He only thought of the fury in her eyes, of the bitterness in her tones, and of how he should not have come to the Yule Ball with that blonde Ravenclaw, in the first place.