Hilda Hexenmeister
September 30, 2021 9:14 PM
Do you have plans? [Sophia or Jessica] by Hilda Hexenmeister
Hilda could do math. There were more girls than boys in the seventh year class; the sixth year class, was more balanced but continued to tip the scales in favor of the female population; and the fifth years were just as bad as the seventh years in terms of numbers. Among the prefects, only three out of the twelve were boys. The chances she was going to get a date for this ball were just about zero.As she was both head student and prefect, the chances of getting out of the dance were also just about zero.
She was going to have to be creative. Well, to be honest, her solution was not particularly creative. It was fairly obvious, actually. It just wasn't traditional. But then, she was Head Student, not Head Girl, and she was 80% sure Johana Leonie's brother was dating a boy, so the school had already taken a twist for the less traditional anyway. She didn't think it would shock anybody, especially since she'd opted for dress robes rather than an actual dress for the last ball.
She wasn't into girls. Probably. She was pretty certain she at least wasn't into any of the girls here at Sonora. She also wasn't into any of the boys, so that wasn't conclusive of anything. However, all the people she would enjoy spending time with at the ball were girls, so that made this decision a lot easier.
That gave her options. Her first thought was, of course, Johana Leonie, but she knew her best friend was looking for and hoping for an actual date with a boy, and Hilda didn't want to get in the way of that if it was possible. Not all of the boys were accounted for yet, so far as she knew. Plus, Johana Leonie wasn't as stuck as some of them were, since she wasn't required to be a part of the prefect dance.
Jessica was, of course, in the same boat Hilda was, with two badges on her robes. Sophia was also a good choice, somebody Hilda liked spending time with, and the bearer of a Prefect badge that also necessitated a partner for at least one dance of the night. And so Hilda walked through the Cascade Hall, keeping her eyes open for either of her badge wearing German Tent Girls.
Finding one, she approached with a smile and a wave. "Hallo," she greeted, offering the perfunctory pleasantry before getting right to the point. "I am not having boyfriend," she admitted matter-of-factly, seeing little point in beating around a bush as obvious as a whomping willow. "Do you want go to ball with me, as friend?"
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Jessica Hayles
October 01, 2021 11:07 PM
Sort of, but not the way you meant, at least until now. by Jessica Hayles
At the first Midsummer Ball of her school career, Jessica had spent her time on the sidelines, a beautifully dressed invisible girl, alone as though she really were just a dress over a transparent mannequin. Or so she had phrased it when she'd written a poem about it - two poems about it, technically, but the angry one had been one of those poems she wrote only for herself. This time, though, that strategy wasn't going to work. Since she had been aware of that coming into the year, though, she had already spent some time brainstorming potential solutions (and writing a few poems about that, though none of them were finished at all; she didn't know what was wrong with any of them yet, but they weren't done, and that was all she really needed to know). This time, she'd decided (with a theatrical application of lip gloss in her compact mirror), she wasn't going to be the one who got mad.Wizards would, she suspected, in some ways never cease to amaze her. This business of the opening dance, for instance - there was no way that whoever had come up with that hadn't been completely aware that they were engaging in an act of light sadism when writing down the rule. Apparently, homophobia was still so culturally acceptable to wizards that important people didn't even have to put the thinnest of veils over it yet, and yet, they created schools were the gender balance was a hair's breadth from the premise of a bad movie aimed entirely at lesbians. It was crazy of them - and easily exploitable by someone who gave not a flying flip about what offended the likes of Jeremy Mordue and the other brain-dead inbreds who thought they were better than her around here.
She had, however, felt it would be good form to give all her girlfriends a fair shot at securing real dates if they wanted or even just thought they could get them, so she had decided to put off immediate implementation of her plan. It was a bit of a surprise - the good kind - then, when she found out that great minds thought alike to the extent that Hilda had apparently had basically the same plan (albeit probably not quite as filled with glee if she'd also thought about the possibility of offending people).
"Absolutely!" she said, beaming at Hilda. "Honestly, I was thinking that if you didn't have a date by Christmas, I'd ask you the same thing - Head Girls have to look out for each other, right? This is great, though, because now we don't have to worry about it anymore. Want to go dress shopping together when everyone goes to Tumbleweed?"
She, of course, could have basically any dress on the planet that she wanted, provided she gave enough notice and that her measurements stayed the same between the order and the dance - at least, of course, assuming that Daddy couldn't bribe the heads enough to get her a team in here afternoon-of to do adjustments if one of those conditions wasn't met. It occurred to her, though, that this option allowed for the possibility of complementing each other's outfits. Plus, it was kind of fitting, in a way. She'd try to stay in touch with her friends, and of course her sister, but Jessica expected the wizarding world to be mostly behind her after June. Might as well break its social taboos in what it would consider style before she went.
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