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My Yule Ball Experience
I fulfilled the date requirement. In fact, I'm fairly sure I exceeded expectations in that department. Millicent in particular was a very thoughtful date, as she made sure to tell me what she would wear so that I could choose to coordinate if I felt the need.
At Professor's Snape's insistence, I had a glass of punch. Shortly thereafter, Lisa Turpin proceeded to ask me to dance by attaching her hand to my well-developed arse. Since no one punched her in the face to defend my honor, I thought I had better do it myself. Before I had a chance to carry out my hastily developed plan, she was kissing me. With tongue. Naturally, I was forced to improvise, so I hid behind the punch bowl.
I stayed there for quite a while before taking a bathroom break. I then discovered that quite a lot had changed. For one, I was no longer strikingly blonde. I suddenly had a face that not even a mother could love, and come to think of it, I resembled Vincent Crabbe quite a bit. How strange.
Anyway, after vomiting a few times in horror, I rejoined the festivities and danced the night away, and so on.
Oh, what a night.
I fulfilled the date requirement. In fact, I'm fairly sure I exceeded expectations in that department. Millicent in particular was a very thoughtful date, as she made sure to tell me what she would wear so that I could choose to coordinate if I felt the need.
At Professor's Snape's insistence, I had a glass of punch. Shortly thereafter, Lisa Turpin proceeded to ask me to dance by attaching her hand to my well-developed arse. Since no one punched her in the face to defend my honor, I thought I had better do it myself. Before I had a chance to carry out my hastily developed plan, she was kissing me. With tongue. Naturally, I was forced to improvise, so I hid behind the punch bowl.
I stayed there for quite a while before taking a bathroom break. I then discovered that quite a lot had changed. For one, I was no longer strikingly blonde. I suddenly had a face that not even a mother could love, and come to think of it, I resembled Vincent Crabbe quite a bit. How strange.
Anyway, after vomiting a few times in horror, I rejoined the festivities and danced the night away, and so on.
Oh, what a night.