Post by PARVATI PATIL on Jul 31, 2011 22:07:45 GMT -5
Forty-five minutes? That had to be some kind of sick joke. Parvati looked at Lavender, knowing they were thinking the same thing: 45 minutes would never be enough time to get ready for a dance! Without waiting for anything further, Parvati grabbed Lavender’s hand, and almost tripping while standing up, ran out of the Great Hall. Shortly after they left, Parvati could hear other girls behind them, clearly with the same idea. What was Dumbledore playing at? Thank Merlin Parvati had the decent sense to always bring dress up clothes, just in case. Sure, she could have used the space for extra parchment or something silly like that, but look how important it was that she had those dresses! Also, it was a very good thing that Witch Weekly just announced that being fashionably late was not only acceptable, but expected. Otherwise, if they were expected to make it to the dance at 8 p.m., they would not look their best, and that was just unacceptable.
“Use this time to pick out your outfit and your hairstyle,” Parvati said as they rushed to the common room. She had by now dropped her friend’s hand. Listening to her own advice, Parvati mentally thought about each dress she had. She had that black one, her very own little black dress. At 15, she thought it was necessary to possess a little black dress for when she needed to impress the socks off some boy. It was likely that every other girl would wear black though because everyone looked good in black. No, pick a different colour. In her head, she pushed aside the dress to look at the next one. Oooh, she had her new green dress. She had never even worn it. Would that be fancy enough? Parvati would rather be overdressed than underdressed, so she should probably avoid that one, too. She had her aquamarine dress though. That would be perfect. It wasn’t too dressy or too casual. It was also very flowy, which always made it fun to twirl, which would be perfect at a dance.
Now the hair. She had to think of something quick because they were approaching the common room. While it was good to be fashionably late, she did not want to be late late. The dance was only three hours long after all. No, she had to think. What would look good with her long black hair against that dress? She had sleeves, so she could wear her hair up or down. Parvati thought down would look nicer though. Buns were too dreary for a dance and anything else would take too long to do. She refused to do a plait or just straight because she did that for class every day. People would think she was boring. Parvati Patil was not boring. What about ornaments? She had lots of ribbon. She could probably find something to weave in her hair to match the dress. That might look pretty.
Muttering the password without even thinking, Parvati dashed to her dormitory, making sure Lavender was still behind her. She did not bother to close the door because she knew others would shortly be coming in, “We have to prioritize. What should we do first?”
“Use this time to pick out your outfit and your hairstyle,” Parvati said as they rushed to the common room. She had by now dropped her friend’s hand. Listening to her own advice, Parvati mentally thought about each dress she had. She had that black one, her very own little black dress. At 15, she thought it was necessary to possess a little black dress for when she needed to impress the socks off some boy. It was likely that every other girl would wear black though because everyone looked good in black. No, pick a different colour. In her head, she pushed aside the dress to look at the next one. Oooh, she had her new green dress. She had never even worn it. Would that be fancy enough? Parvati would rather be overdressed than underdressed, so she should probably avoid that one, too. She had her aquamarine dress though. That would be perfect. It wasn’t too dressy or too casual. It was also very flowy, which always made it fun to twirl, which would be perfect at a dance.
Now the hair. She had to think of something quick because they were approaching the common room. While it was good to be fashionably late, she did not want to be late late. The dance was only three hours long after all. No, she had to think. What would look good with her long black hair against that dress? She had sleeves, so she could wear her hair up or down. Parvati thought down would look nicer though. Buns were too dreary for a dance and anything else would take too long to do. She refused to do a plait or just straight because she did that for class every day. People would think she was boring. Parvati Patil was not boring. What about ornaments? She had lots of ribbon. She could probably find something to weave in her hair to match the dress. That might look pretty.
Muttering the password without even thinking, Parvati dashed to her dormitory, making sure Lavender was still behind her. She did not bother to close the door because she knew others would shortly be coming in, “We have to prioritize. What should we do first?”
