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set after the valentine's dance
It was strange knowing that this was going to be his last ever dance at the school. In the last couple of days, the Slytherin had changed his mind about dropping out of school after their sixth year for at least three times because he didn't think that he could last even a day without his best friend there with him, but eventually decided that going was probably the best thing for him to do as he wasn't motivated enough anymore to do anything other than Quidditch which was quite frankly the only reason why he hadn't left the school after the first semester ended - well that and his girlfriend, and the fact that he didn't know how to apparate yet. He knew that he was supposed to tell Marisol about this sooner rather than later, especially after the wonderful night he had with her at the dance. Besides, he didn't know how to bring it up to the girl without her going mental on him - his sister had gone mental when he told her about his plans of not returning for his seventh year and Marisol was considerably more emotional than his sister was, so definitely wasn't looking forward to her response. For now, however, he wanted to enjoy this nice summer evening before potentially ruining it. Asaiah turned around, still holding onto the girl's soft hands and smiled happily as he looked at her. He remembered the first time the two of them went to the lake together which was funnily enough also after the two friends attended a dance together. ''Did you know that I am the luckiest guy at this school?'' the seventeen-year-old told his girlfriend, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
It was strange knowing that this was going to be his last ever dance at the school. In the last couple of days, the Slytherin had changed his mind about dropping out of school after their sixth year for at least three times because he didn't think that he could last even a day without his best friend there with him, but eventually decided that going was probably the best thing for him to do as he wasn't motivated enough anymore to do anything other than Quidditch which was quite frankly the only reason why he hadn't left the school after the first semester ended - well that and his girlfriend, and the fact that he didn't know how to apparate yet. He knew that he was supposed to tell Marisol about this sooner rather than later, especially after the wonderful night he had with her at the dance. Besides, he didn't know how to bring it up to the girl without her going mental on him - his sister had gone mental when he told her about his plans of not returning for his seventh year and Marisol was considerably more emotional than his sister was, so definitely wasn't looking forward to her response. For now, however, he wanted to enjoy this nice summer evening before potentially ruining it. Asaiah turned around, still holding onto the girl's soft hands and smiled happily as he looked at her. He remembered the first time the two of them went to the lake together which was funnily enough also after the two friends attended a dance together. ''Did you know that I am the luckiest guy at this school?'' the seventeen-year-old told his girlfriend, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.