#alexdiggory

Nothing quite made sense on a night such as the one on which a ball such as theirs would be held. Even the days leading up to the event had been nothing short of chaotic, filled with cheers and whispers, with glances and the odd connection here and there. Selma certainly had no idea what had come over her the day she'd accepted to go the yule ball with Alex Diggory, somehow having come to see the whole thing as one big adventure she was more than curious to see through to the end. Merlin, if she were to be honest there was a certain excitement within the idea.

Alex Diggory was miles upon miles away from what her family would consider a good idea and that made it perfect. And beyond that he was brilliant in a way the blonde would probably never dare voice out loud.

For the moment she stood within the foyer, glancing around and observing all the faces as they lit up with the cheer of a holiday's glow. This was a celebration, no matter how one would put that. Even the odd comment here and there from the Ilvermorny students couldn't dim the occasion. Finally, her eyes landed upon him and with quick yet careful steps she'd move over to him.

In a world such as theirs Selma could hardly ever be said to lack meaningful things to fill her time with. Whether it be her dedication to the charms club, her determination when it came to transfiguration and the ever-growing need to let those spells turn into something more creative. Of course, alchemy wasn't something to be underestimated either. The week had been hectic, with the witch running as though stopping could mean certain doom. She was simply busy. Her arms held the books intended to be returned to the library. In fact, if all went according to plan there'd be a much needed study session ahead of her.

For minutes at a time had Penelope walked the streets, browsing a shop or stall here and there, admiring decoration the next moment. The village had been transformed into quite the spooky place, yet it had no lost its coziness at all. If there was something the Gryffindor was sure, it was that at this very moment she was all the happier having come to the celebration much rather than stay at the castle. Then again, staying behind had never been something one could ever say about the witch.

After having said goodbye to Amos, watching him pretty much dance across the floor to wherever he was going to dash off to, the witch had been in dire need of distraction. Of course, never would she have demanded time with her best friend like that. Not when they both had so many others to meet. No one would ever be able to say that Penelope Borgin didn't care about those she considered her friends. In fact, she probably cared a little too much about all of them.

Finally, she spotted him. The one she'd been looking for. Alex Diggory, brother and friend and the very being to have agreed to match her costume in ways no one else would have. "There you are!" She hurried over to him. "I'll admit, it was harder to find you than I thought possible despite Hogsmeade not exactly overflowing with huntsmen."