Don't Worry, I'm Only Watching.

[Andrea Kallos]

Andrea peered out of her doorway, a loose bun in her hair, as she watched girls leave to head down to the Yule Ball, never had she seen so much glamour in her whole life. The eleven year old had no interest in going to the ball, what would the Yule Ball in store for children? There were of course many other first year attending but it was never really Andies cup of tea and so she simply tugged at her raggy baseball jersey and closed her door to the noisey girls. Andie neither supported or cared for baseball so wearing a baseball jersey would probably come as quite a shock to almost anybody, but what they didn't know was that this jersey was the only thing that Andrea had of her father. The father that skipped out on both herself and her mother after just one year after her birth. In photos that she had dug out from her mothers room, her father seemed to be always wearing it and so Andie wore it as much as she could, without her mother's consent of course.

At Hogwarts, her mother didn't know anything that Andie did, she was a complete and utter free spirit and thats what she loved about her school. However, being the night of the Yule Ball meant that the school term came to a close meaning that Andrea had to leave Hogwarts and spend Christmas with her mother. As a much younger girl Andie always hoped that her father would return each Christmas, or that she might receive a present or even a card from him. But these wishes ended with disappointment and the hate for her father grew unpleasantly quickly. However, she couldn't resist wearing the jersey, it reminded her that he was still out there and that one day, she would find him and return to him, the jersey.

Lying in her bed only brought more thoughts into her awakened mind so without a second thought, Andie pushed the covers off of her, threw on a pair of old shorts and slipped barefooted into her scruffy trainers. Andie then left her dorm and began to make her way down to the festivities. The jersey pretty much covered the shorts and so it appeared a lot of the time, that she was only wearing the long t-shirt. But it was a warm summer's night, she wasn't too cold and she really didn't care what anybody thought of her. Andie sat at the top of the staircase leading down into the entrance hall, where groups of glamourous youths gathered. She brought her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms tightly around them, Andie wasn't quite sure if she could ever see herself attending this dance. It all seemed a bit too pretty for her liking.

 

[Oscar Fossil]

Oscar shrugged as he scuffed his worn converse shoes along the ground of the Ravenclaw common room, tonight was the night of the Yule Ball, but he hadn't of course fathomed going. It was all a little to fancy for him and as he ran his fingers through his wildly untamed hair he knew he would never fit in anyway. Leaning against the common room wall Oscar sighed, there would be no point moping off to bed, he wouldn't sleep anyway. So with a push off from the wall the Ravenclaw decided to go down to the great hall and see what all the fuss was about. He walked with speed through the corridors for no apparant reason and soon found himself at the Great Hall, evidently the venue for the Yule Ball, judging by the pounding music coming from inside and the gaggle of girls approaching. He peered into the hall momentarily and then looked down at his torn jeans and baggy sweatshirt, there was no way he could compete with the suit clad boys for a dance so he moped back up the stairs wondering what to do with himself.

No sooner had he left the Great Hall he noticed somebody familiar sitting on the stairs, the girl in the baseball shirt could only be one Andrea Kallos, or has he knew her, Andie. Running up the stairs with a little more urgency than before he flashed a smile towards the Gryffindor and sat down next to her. "Hey Andie" he said, as if their meeting on the stairs was the most normal thing in the world. "You not going?" he asked her, his head motioning towards the hall. Oscar wondered why she wasn't going, sure she wasn't like every other girl but it seemed to him that the whole school must have been in the hall, dancing to the pounding music. He looked over at Andie who had her legs pulled into her chest and wondered if something was wrong. His arms reached up to comfort her but he thought better of it and let them fall awkwardly to his sides.

 

[Andrea Kallos]

Andrea was surprised at the amount of drama which seemed to circulate the Great Hall, a place which otherwise was a complete bore. Wheter it was the secret competition between groups of girls doing everything in their power for that boy's attention or the secret competition between groups of boys trying to doing everything in their power for that girls attention, she didn't know. The drama spread through the Entrance Hall like wildfire and even though Andrea was only spectating she could pretty much understand what was going on from the animated lips of the students below her. At one point a young girl fleed the hall and charged up the staircase, panda eyed from sobbing, only to be followed by girls around her age who she could tell, were secretly enjoying the drama. All this over a boy? Andrea couldn't even attempt to understand the mind of the teenage girl and so she was rater glad that she was still a child of eleven years old.

She scooted over to the marble banister of the stairway as students passed up and down the stairs all a little too excited about tonights event. She didn't want to cause anymore attention to herself and so being at the edge of the wide stair made her practically invisible to any passing student. She began picking at a small scab growing on her knee, a quite disgusting habit of hers but as the drama seemed to settle, there was not a lot for her to do. She sighed defeatedly knowing that the scab was too early in the healing process for it to be picked at and so she looked up in front of her only to see her best friend climbing the stairs. She simply stared at him as he greeted her and settled down on the step. In response to his question she looked away with a small upcurl of her lips, "Me? In a ballgown?" The image struck her by surprise and she found herself laughing silently. "What about you? No suit?" The image of Oscar in a suit seemed to be quite a funny thought aswell, for as long as she knew him, he seemed to always be the 'jeans and t-shirt guy'.