Astrid Orla Clearwater, Wizarding royalty and well known all over the world. You grew up listening to stories about the potters as they were your parents best friends. What happens when you find your best friend from when you were newborns, separate...
December 19 1995 songs: lay all your love on me by ABBA can't take my eyes off you by Frankie Valli The kiss by Nicholas Hooper Seven devils by Florence + the machine 📍Room of Requirement OOTD:
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The dance had been postponed and cancelled several times, students making complaints that they did not want to stay at school longer for a dance as small and unimportant compared to the Yule ball
It had been decided that the dance would take place on the eighteenth, leaving the nineteenth to pack and leave for the holidays.
Astrid put her earrings on as she ran after Harry and Ron, Hermione hurrying behind her friend in a silky blue dress that matched her Yule ball gown "is this Christmas at mine or yours?"
Ron groaned "I swear we discussed this last week"
"I've forgotten" Astrid slowed her pace, feeling her head grow heavy from her fresh stitches "mine or yours"
"Snuffles" Ron sighed "he's asked to host this year"
"Aw" Hermione frowned—rubbing her hands down her thighs "No offence but I don't quite like his house"
"I'll throw his mothers portrait into the rubbish if I can" Astrid rolled her eyes—interlocking her arm through Ron's as they entered the great hall, decorated nicely, not as lavishly as the Yule Ball—Astrid thought
The room consisted of silver and blue banners, floating paper snowflakes and a glittering ceiling. Every table held a glass vase of ornaments in different shades of blue and flutes holding non alcoholic champagne had snowflakes engraved into them
"Not bad" Hermione smiled—looking around
"Remember" Harry turned to them "we leave at half past nine for our meeting"
"Yes yes" Astrid blew a breath—skimming over the heads of people by the drinks table "where too?"
"To find Cho" Harry blushed "offer her a dance"
Astrid looked to Hermione who shrugged in defeat and went off to find them a table to sit at—looking back to Ron who looked around the room and whistled a low tune.
"In no way are you a gentleman" Astrid let go of Ron—crossing her arms over her chest "at least offer your date a dance before you go on to dance with other girls"
"Hermione doesn't mind" Harry looked over at their curly haired friend—bored out of her mind as she made airplanes out of the table napkins
"My Gods" Astrid shook her head
"What?" Harry held his hands out
"Nothing" Astrid turned him around "go" and pushed him forward
"If you don't mind" Ron looked down at Astrid "I think I should go ask Mione for a dance"
