Jemima was excited about the ball, not just for herself but for other people. She’d had her date since the start of the year, seeing as she had a boyfriend, but ball couples were popping up all over Sonora. Sure, some of them were probably just friend-dates, but it was still cute, and it was nice to think that love was in the air. Still, some people weren’t so lucky. Some people were still without a date. And, whilst the odds were probably not in favour of the school having an age appropriate, exactly fifty-fifty gender split, there were probably still some potential couples out there that just needed a push in the right direction.
She had therefore taken it upon herself to help, and posters had appeared in every common room advertising her idea.
“Jemima’s match-making service,” they read. “Too shy to ask someone to the ball? Not sure who’s still available? Submit your details by owl to Jemima in Teppenpaw, and I will match you with your best available date, and ask them on your behalf! Please give your name, year, and the year range you would be happy to be paired with.”