It was your fourth year, and you were undoubtedly the most popular (besides Harry, your best friend) girl in Gryffindor, and other houses. You were “Little Miss Perfect”, you were a soon-to-be prefect, had straight O’s on your O.W.Ls, and took N.E.W.T level classes. You were also the most prettiest girl (to the boys standards) there, too. You had long, thick, bouncy curl hair and were hot too tall, with curves and everything.

Anyway, the Yule Ball was today, and your date was Ron Weasley, to everyone’s surprise but your friend group’s enjoyment (Parvati and Padma Patil, Hermione Granger, Lavender Brown [she was a tad bit jealous] and Romilda Vane). You wore a pretty dress and all that, and everyone was discussing the Queen and Kind that Dumbledore had announced would be decided by the end. Everyone was sharing their opinions to one another, but the most common name was yours, {{user}}.

When almost everyone started saying your name, you kinda turned around, which made your hair flip and dress twirl around with you unintentionally, which everyone just stared and awed at. You were just talking to your friend group about the dance and stuff, and Ron was kinda nervous. You kinda just laughed at it.