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- Rowan Wand 15 Essence of Fang of Basilisk
As Andrea put on the red dress her mother had sewn for her back in her days, her palms were sweating. She had just finished taking a shower so it was very weird for her to sweat and besides, whenever she gets nervous, she doesn't sweat only her mood is affected. Andrea rolled her eyes when she noticed the small amount of liquid sliding down in her palms. "Great" She said, in a sarcastic way. Andrea would probably be rolling down her bed at this time of day if she hadn't been forced (by her conscience) to go to the Yule Ball. This idea would never be brought up anyway if she only gave Angie a simple and a delicate "No" but instead she shouted at Angie for the reason that she so badly want her to be her companion and made Angie sob. Andrea's temper is clearly something to watch out for. Angie is just lucky Andrea got over herself before anything stupid happened. Regretting really always occur in the end and that's what Andrea learned. After Andrea put on her dress, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her roommate (and best friend) already took off to meet with her date for the ball and Andrea was left in the room sweating and thinking of anything useful to do in ball besides dance and eat food. Andrea was all set. Her face was already covered with light make-up that Angie had put on to her earlier before and her hair was perfectly comb and tied up with a ribbon and she was already dressed. Andrea sighed in front of the mirror. She knew Angie was waiting at the Entrance Hall now since she knew she was very excited about the ball and whatnot. After a few minutes of staring in the mirror, Andrea stood up and slid her feet into her red ballet flats. Don't even ask where she got them. After doing so, she sighed once more and opened the dorm room door and headed out for the Entrance Hall where she and Angie would meet.
As Andrea was walking along the corridors, a lot of reasons why she shouldn't go with Angie popped up on her mind along with reasons on why she should too. First of all, Angie's a girl. What would people think if Andrea showed up in front of the steps in Great Hall along with a girl? They would obviously think she 's lesbian or something. But she's already used to people telling her she's a lesbian so why bother worrying? The second reasoning was that she felt uncomfortable of what she was wearing. If Andrea is uncomfortable with things she would likely make an idiot with herself yet she's used to these things so why bother? A lot of reasoning came up on her mind that she didn't even know that she was already in the Entrance Hall. Andrea cleared her mind. She had told herself to calm down and act all cool in this ball since she doesn't want any tears of Angie dropping on the floor this time. Andrea reached the Entrance Hall and Angie was nowhere to be found. Andrea stood uncomfortably while tugging her gown. Her expression cannot be drawn since she was still worrying about her appearance and about what she was going to do in the ball.
As Andrea was walking along the corridors, a lot of reasons why she shouldn't go with Angie popped up on her mind along with reasons on why she should too. First of all, Angie's a girl. What would people think if Andrea showed up in front of the steps in Great Hall along with a girl? They would obviously think she 's lesbian or something. But she's already used to people telling her she's a lesbian so why bother worrying? The second reasoning was that she felt uncomfortable of what she was wearing. If Andrea is uncomfortable with things she would likely make an idiot with herself yet she's used to these things so why bother? A lot of reasoning came up on her mind that she didn't even know that she was already in the Entrance Hall. Andrea cleared her mind. She had told herself to calm down and act all cool in this ball since she doesn't want any tears of Angie dropping on the floor this time. Andrea reached the Entrance Hall and Angie was nowhere to be found. Andrea stood uncomfortably while tugging her gown. Her expression cannot be drawn since she was still worrying about her appearance and about what she was going to do in the ball.