December thirteenth, 1965.

Kendra was sitting in the Great Hall, at the Slytherin table, chatting with some “friends.”

They were all talking about the Yule Ball, and Christmas Festivities.

Kendra’s eyes, however, were drawn to something else.

Or rather, someone else.

Kendra didn’t care about a foolish Ball, but she would kill to see her girl in a dress.