𝐀 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 ; 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

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However, she enjoyed the dress, it was mint green matching with the color scheme, and dress code, green. Her dressed didn't match with the other woman, her dress was a mint green while everyone else's was a darker shade of green.

Emerald Green.

It had flowers on it, they were sowed on there by Ellse herself. The flower's were of multiple colors, two silver one's on her shoulder. She wanted to grab a mirror, they were still staring, all of them.

Was there something on her face as well?

Or was it just her dress, or hair.

Maybe hair?

Was her dress revealing?

It wasn't promiscuous was it?

They both arrived at the table sitting down as she pat her dress before sitting down.

" Ellse — are you alright darling?" .. asked.

She woke up, breathing heavily, who was this man? He kept appearing in her dreams for quite a while for now. Was it a memory? But who was this man? She couldn't remember his name.

M was all she could make out. M.

It was only a dream.

It was only a dream.

It was only a dream.

It was only a dream.

It was only a dream.

But then why did it feel so real?

Why was the man so vivid?

Why did she feel a connection to him?

" It's only a dream" Ellse whispered to herself, getting up off the bed and putting on a bathrobe. She needed to take a shower, she sighed slipping off her slippers turning on the water as she quickly brushed her teeth waiting for the water to warm up.

" There will be a ball on September 28th, it will be a beginning of the year ball. There was quite a few new students this year and it would be the best opportunity for everyone to get to know each other. The dress code is dress well. Meaning no jeans, sweatpants, t- shirts or anything else of that kind. This ball is a formal ball as I'm sure you are all familiar with as with the Yule Ball that happened last year. Attendance at this ball will be, taken and will be used as extra credit in your lowest scoring class.

We also celebrate the beginning of a new school year. As with the passing of beloved Cedric Diggory from last year who's name will forever be remembered. We honor him with his ball.

You may begin your feast!"

She scanned her closet, exhaling before taking a step back looking at her closet as a whole. There were dresses on one end, formal clothes on the opposite end. She bit her bottom lip looking for the perfect dress.

Perhaps this red one?

Perhaps you could buy one?

The thought creased her mind, maybe. She heard a knock on her door, she gulped. The knock was unfamiliar. It was harsh, and quick. None of her friend's knock was the same as the one at the door. She turned to the door looking at the doorknob. Someone was trying to get in however the door was locked, the knob just kept turning and turning leading it to nowhere. She opened the door exactly three inches.

This someone — this person looked to be new to the school, she was wearing a crimson red shirt, with denim trousers a belt looked to be handmade with plastic and she had a rainbow headband on. She looked horrid. Her hair was in a lose pony tail and her hair was very frizzy, as well as curly. " Are you a hippie?" Ellse blurted as she quickly covered her mouth with her arm closing the door shut and sliding against the frame.

She bit her lip to compress her laugh.

" Um. Pardon me Miss. But Dumbledore sent me to get you, please meet him at 8 sharp. I shouldn't have done that Miss. My apologies" She woman said as she quietly walked away her footsteps fading away.

She was as pale as snow, " Merlin's beard" she huffed taking one last look at her closet before slamming the closet door shut.

The noise echoed in her room, her eyes locking with her own eyes as she stared into the mirror.

" You don't mean anything to me I only use you because your mother is pathetic. You have no use" His words rang in her mind.

Luicus Malfoy.

Horrid. Horrid. Horrid man.

" Have you been eating? You looked like you gained a few" He swatted at her stomach, his cane making a small crack sound. " Lay off the chocolates Ellse." He whispered before slamming the door shut.

She touched her face, the magic for the scars fading away. No one had ever taught her how to heal a scar, or a bruise. Or a cut.

She looked tremendous, scars, cuts and bruises. She hated the way she looked without magic, her scars reminded her of him.

Hogwarts was her escape, escape from everything. It was only her escape when wanted, not when needed.

Father visited the school often, asking Draco or Ellse about grades they have in certain classes.

" How dare you get such a- a bad bad bad, grade on a easy test?" He slammed his fists on the table making Ellse do a small whimper.

" Bloody fucking Merlin. You've made me make a mess you incompetent child!" She did a small exhale trying to look away from the scene. His cane came to her cheek turning her head making her face him.

His eyes almost seemed red, his whole face was red.

" My deepest apologies father"

He did a frown slamming his fists once again on the table, he slowly collected himself before leaving shutting the door.

" Miss. Miss wake up!" Ellse yawned, her dream was such a memory she wished to never remember.

Yet she did.

She relived the memory.

" Dumbledore has canceled the meeting, but your mother did send you a dress. I think you may like it. It was um- it was made by me" She did a small smile before leaving Ellse.

The box was decorated with little sparkles, and when she pulled out the dress it was absolutely gorgeous.