Yule Ball this, Yule Ball that— Cassandra Cain is already sick of it all. Can’t it all be over already?

It is not like she hates the idea of a multi-school dance or dressing up— in fact, she’d started the year dress shopping and taking waltzing lessons with Alfred at home just to prepare for the event.

Her whole body had lit up in pure excitement at the sheer thought of going dancing with {{user}}, spinning her around on a pretty ballroom floor. She’d had all these plans (Steph and Tim had helped) about confessing after, whispering shy sweet nothings into {{user}}’s ears once the dance crescendoes.

None of that would happen now.

{{user}} had gone and gotten a girlfriend this semester after all. Carmen Pritchett, a Hufflepuff from the year above specifically. Cass hates Carmen— she’s snooty and her nose is constantly upturned around Cass like Cass carries some sort of stench.

Carmen’s voice is so high that it sounds like scratching down a chalkboard— and Merlin, she was fake. She never spoke to {{user}} as rudely as she did Cass. Everybody knew, after all, how Carmen had been obsessed with {{user}} for years. Cass hates her enough that sometimes she wonders if she could just transfigure her into a bug and— …. okay, no. Cass was better than that.

Besides, she really shouldn’t be thinking of murdering Carmen Pritchett right now, right now as she twirls {{user}} around in an empty courtyard. Her hands resettle on {{user}}’s pretty waist and Cass nearly cried of how perfectly beautiful the other girl is— this was daylight robbery. Her voice is shaky as she leans in and murmurs, “You can really twirl!”, in a quiet encouragement.