My Youth Is Yours

[Wyatt Finch]

Wyatt Finch had thought he’d been nervous when he had asked his best friend, Marisol Woods, to the Yule Ball as his date but that was nothing in comparison to how he felt now as he waited in the common room for her. Although he had attempted to look his best in the suit his mother had gotten him for the occasion, he felt ridiculous and more out of place than ever. It was hardly a natural state for the boy who was better off in sandals and swim trunks on the way to the beach. Today though he was hardly complaining as he was able to spend the evening with someone who could make him forget all about the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. The Gryffindor boy looked down at his shoes, which were weirdly shiny for his taste, and chewed on his bottom lip as he thought, ‘At least I don’t have to wear dress robes.’ He was sure his muggle born compatriot would find them just as goofy as he did so that was one other thing to be positive about whilst he waited.

 

[Marisol Woods]

As Marisol's (unfortunate) luck would have it, this year's Yule Ball fell on the last night before the month's full moon, much like the previous year's full moon had in December as well. Although this time Marisol learned from her experience last year and made sure to take her Wolfsbane potion earlier in the evening so she wouldn't have to rush to the dungeons to take it in between her trying to get ready for the ball. It wasn't often that Marisol dressed up or did her hair so she needed all the extra time she could get. Tonight she was really pushing her luck by wearing a light blue dress that exposed her shoulders. But Marisol had made sure to wear her long hair down in cascading curls so that it carefully covered her scars at the back of her neck and back, thanking her lucky stars that her hair was long and thick enough that she wouldn't have to worry about it too much, hopefully.

Once she was sure she had all her accessories on, Marisol slipped into some sparkly silver flats and headed out to the common room to meet Wyatt. Marisol grinned at the sight of her best friend and said, "Hey you," as she approached him. Since she hadn't seen him at last year's yule ball, this was the first time the latina was seeing Wyatt in formalwear. "You clean up nicely," she said with a small giggle, but knew the same could probably be applied to her as well.​