Mima Scarlet
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Mima had never considered having a boyfriend, or even a date to the Yule Ball. After all, she wasn't even fifteen yet. Not to mention, she generally considered herself unlovable, but that was another matter entirely that she didn't want to think about on a night like tonight. Her mother had sent her a dress to wear - somehow she'd gotten it to fit correctly, so she earned some points for that, Mima supposed - and the young Hufflepuff carefully spread it around herself as she sat down at one of the tables, looking around the room thoughtfully as she discreetly kicked off a shoe.
She hadn't done so well in classes - better than before, she'd done excellently in Divination, of course, completely screwed up Astronomy though. She'd have to work harder and procrastinate less in the future, but luckily she would have a much lighter workload next semester. That would make things easier. Her aunt and uncle would probably tear shreds in to her for failing a class, but Mima would just bear it. It's how she worked, she just took the blows life gave her and never really rallied against them.
Still, tonight was a night to celebrate. Why, it was nearly Christmas, and what better way to spend it than with great food and in a room full of beautiful people? Sure, she had nobody to share it with, but she supposed she was content with how it was. It was a nice evening, to say the least.
She hadn't done so well in classes - better than before, she'd done excellently in Divination, of course, completely screwed up Astronomy though. She'd have to work harder and procrastinate less in the future, but luckily she would have a much lighter workload next semester. That would make things easier. Her aunt and uncle would probably tear shreds in to her for failing a class, but Mima would just bear it. It's how she worked, she just took the blows life gave her and never really rallied against them.
Still, tonight was a night to celebrate. Why, it was nearly Christmas, and what better way to spend it than with great food and in a room full of beautiful people? Sure, she had nobody to share it with, but she supposed she was content with how it was. It was a nice evening, to say the least.