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- 6/2030 (23)
Noemie had never attended a ball, she had been to children's parties, and celebrated things like that, but never before had she been to a celebration that was technically a ball, and therefore, when it had come to picking the dress, it had been a long process, the part-veela had wondered what would look nicest but also what would be most suited to what this ball was about, in the end, Noemie had decided upon a short lilac dress wearing her hair down and a pair of small heels, nothing overly formal but not informal either. She was walking to the hall feeling pretty shy about the entire event, she had wanted to see if she could go with someone, but asking someone to the Yuleball had appeared to a task too much for the girl who was usually hidden behind books. She was nervous running a hand through her hair, rubbing her arm, and tugging on the end of her dress as she entered the room. From her initial inspection it appeared that she had correctly picked the right thing to wear, it was not overly formal, people were dressed a lot more formally than the day to day, but not as formally as she had first feared upon hearing the word ball.
The young Ravenclaw let her gaze linger around the decorations, falling upon the students in front of her and as much as she wished to go join them, to dance and have a little fun, she didn't want to go alone, a friend would not go amiss at such an event. Noemie wished to be able to just walk up to someone and become friends, but she didn't want to embarrass herself or push them away by the likely fact that she would begin with a fact about the yuletide celebration. Instead, the girl with her gaze still lingering on all the faces of the happily dancing people made her way to the drinks table, if only for something to busy herself with, and she poured herself a little of the pumpkin juice on offer, a slightly shy and sheepish expression sat plainly on her face as she raised the cup to her lips and slowly sipped.
The young Ravenclaw let her gaze linger around the decorations, falling upon the students in front of her and as much as she wished to go join them, to dance and have a little fun, she didn't want to go alone, a friend would not go amiss at such an event. Noemie wished to be able to just walk up to someone and become friends, but she didn't want to embarrass herself or push them away by the likely fact that she would begin with a fact about the yuletide celebration. Instead, the girl with her gaze still lingering on all the faces of the happily dancing people made her way to the drinks table, if only for something to busy herself with, and she poured herself a little of the pumpkin juice on offer, a slightly shy and sheepish expression sat plainly on her face as she raised the cup to her lips and slowly sipped.