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- June 20 2038 (24)
The suit Lysander wore felt much too big for his small frame, despite his dad's assurances that it fit just fine. Suits were grown-up clothes, not meant for eleven-year-old boys, so no matter how many parts of it were magically adjusted, it just never felt right to him. Though he had spent a good deal of time fussing over his clothes in his dormitory already, even as he approached the Great Hall, he was still idling fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt in an endless attempt to adjust them. Giving up, he spared a glance toward Alec, whose own dress looked way better than what he was wearing. She looked so pretty wrapped up in what looked like butterfly wings, and a small touch of envy hit the boy over the fact that he too wasn't wearing some kind of cool butterfly wing jacket. Why did he get stuck with some lame outfit when it seemed like his father could make pretty much anything out of thin air?
The doors to the Great Hall were already open by the time Lysander reached them, but he had to stop mid-stride just to take the room in. This wasn't anything like the hall he was used to. Sure, it had already been redecorated once for the Halloween feast to look all spooky and creepy, but he hadn't had any idea what to expect from his first ball. He didn't even know what a yule was! He took a moment to nudge his friend in the side, pointing enthusiastically up at the ceiling above them. "Snow! It's snowing!" Without giving her much of a chance to respond, Lysander ran over to the closest chair he could find to give himself a boost. The snow seemed to be disappearing before it hit the ground, so he had to stand on his tip-toes just to reach it before it was gone. A cold flake touched his fingertips and melted into a droplet of water, much to his dismay. Perhaps if he could get higher, he could collect enough to make a snowball, but there were no taller chairs than the one he had found. He made a note to keep his eye out for any particularly tall students he could ask to get on the shoulders of.
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