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The night of the Yule Ball, great. Becca wasn't looking forwards to this a bit. Dancing; she didn't mind, not having a date; she could deal with it. Dresses. Maybe not... She could have worn a long shirt with jeans, but no. Her friends simply had to dress her up, and as much as she loved them, she would not let them. She was a Marino girl, and Marino girls were not to be messed with. She waited in the fifth floor girls bathroom, sitting on the counter. Three hours before the ball started, three hours that Becca could spend not doing her homework, pranking someone, or having a paper snowball fight in the common room.