god is a woman

   “Evidently.”  He chuckled, she was right though. Mason made a face while he thought it over, “Okay, you win. Although do you think anything will even be open?”

     “Well someone had to try to be the voice of reason here.” He joked. “But I have been curious, yes.”

“I’ve wanted to, but I just never thought Hogsmeade would be a place where people go to party at night.” 

“You’re right about that, but, unfortunately, it’s the closet thing we’ve got to any kind of fun.”

    “I mean, I have but I usually always end up getting caught when I go against the rules. Are you ready for that risk?”

“Nope, no date to the Yule Ball. People seem to think that cheerleaders would be the first picks but we’re not, it’s the Quidditch players that are. Everyone loves a Quidditch player.”

“I don’t know why. Half of them are so arrogant. But don’t worry, darling. I don’t have a date either.”

“What do you do if you like a bloke but…you’re too nervous to say or do anything about it?”

“You could always do what I do, and stare at them for longer than three seconds and hope they get the hint.”

   “I have no shame. I’d go to the Yule Ball with my hair braided and I’ll rock it too.” He chuckled. 

   “Wait– what do you mean dressed like that?” She arched a brow as the other gave her a skeptical look. Ximena looked herself over, “No entiendo. I’m wearing what I usually wear? Is it the jacket?” 

Other girls always took a little longer than Lennox to get ready, but that was mostly because she didn’t really care about makeup. Lennox raised her eyebrows at the girl’s words before looking down at her outfit. “What’s wrong with it?”

Sofia furrowed her eyebrows, “Darling, how old is that shirt?”

“You looked exactly the same ten minutes ago.” Dmitri looked down at his clothes. “Hey, I’m presentable. I’m not going to embarrass you.” He smirked because that wasn’t a promise. “Where are we going again, anyway?”

“Is it really a stereotype if it’s true? Besides, everyone wants to go to Paris fashion week.”

   Hana wasn’t in any hurry, she was just in awe at how the other was doing her make up. She always like watching people do their make up because she usually learned something new when she did. “I’m in no rush, take your time.” She clarified. Hana looked around for a moment before looking back at her and blinking in confusion. “What? Don’t diss the jacket. I love this jacket, it has all my cool pins and patches.” She said with a grin. 

“Uh, it’s a pair of trousers and a polo,” Francesco commented, glancing down at his attire, “Should I change?” 

“I… I don’t think I’m the person you’re waiting for,” Ruth said. She smoothed her dress and gave a quizzical look. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? Did I spill something on it?”

“Oh,” Sofia said with a slight pout. “Well, you can be now if you’re not doing anything, darling,” she said. “There’s a little stain right there, but there’s nothing a little spell can’t fix,” she said, casting a scourgify on Ruth’s clothes. “That’s better.”