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Title: When Life Gives You Lemons
Author: katmarajade
Written for: secret_weapon
Pairing: Padma/OMC, also mentions canon Yule Ball dates and Parvati/OMC
Rating: PG
Word Count: 429
Prompt: Padma/Beauxbatons boy at Yule Ball
Summary: Fed up with her terrible Yule Ball date, Padma finds a new dance partner.
"I hate him."
"No, you don't. You always say that and it's never true." Parvati patted her fuming twin sister's shoulder sympathetically.
"He's the worst date ever! Stupid long-legged git with his hideous robes."
"They are atrocious," agreed Parvati, making a face. "But Ron's not so bad normally. Some girls like their boys towering over them like giraffes. Lav thinks he's quite the dish."
"I know," sighed Padma. Parvati, for all her quick temper and brashness in day-to-day life, was always the more clear-headed and logical one when faced with frustration or annoyance. Padma's usually calm demeanor tended to evaporate as her exasperation grew. "I'm just so bored."
Parvati glanced over at her two sullen housemates. Harry was staring uncomfortably at his shoes and fiddling with the edging on his surprisingly dapper robes. Ron was shooting death glares at Viktor Krum, who was spinning Hermione around like a fairy princess.
That was the thing about balls. They had a tendency to surprise you.
With a mischievous smirk, Parvati jumped up and flounced past their worthless dates. Padma stared after her retreating figure in alarm, then glanced over at Ron who only crossed his arms tighter across his skinny chest.
Five minutes later, Parvati arrived with a handsome Beauxbatons boy on each arm. She giggled furiously as she introduced them, and Padma couldn't help the blush that tinged her cheeks when the boy on the left, Claude, kissed her hand gallantly and declared her the loveliest girl in the room.
"Parvati says you are not enjoying the ball," Claude said, feigning horror. Parvati tittered at the French pronunciation of her name and Padma flushed, this time in embarrassment.
"Not the best, no," she finally replied, tucking a wayward strand of long black hair behind her ear.
"Well, there is a thing we say in France. It is like this, I think. When life gives you lemons ..."
"Make lemonade," finished Padma, smiling.
Claude looked momentarily confused then made a face. "No, no, no. That is not it. When life gives you lemons, you dance!"
Grinning broadly, he held out his hand. Padma laughed, shot one last sidelong glance at her moping escort, and grabbed his hand. Parvati waggled her eyebrows at her sister before turning her attention to her own dance partner who was performing a very elaborate bow.
Then with practiced ease, the boys each picked up one of the beaming twins, spun the girls around in happy, dizzy circles, and, all four of them laughing with delight, they joined the mass of couples twirling around the Great Hall.
Author: katmarajade
Written for: secret_weapon
Pairing: Padma/OMC, also mentions canon Yule Ball dates and Parvati/OMC
Rating: PG
Word Count: 429
Prompt: Padma/Beauxbatons boy at Yule Ball
Summary: Fed up with her terrible Yule Ball date, Padma finds a new dance partner.
"I hate him."
"No, you don't. You always say that and it's never true." Parvati patted her fuming twin sister's shoulder sympathetically.
"He's the worst date ever! Stupid long-legged git with his hideous robes."
"They are atrocious," agreed Parvati, making a face. "But Ron's not so bad normally. Some girls like their boys towering over them like giraffes. Lav thinks he's quite the dish."
"I know," sighed Padma. Parvati, for all her quick temper and brashness in day-to-day life, was always the more clear-headed and logical one when faced with frustration or annoyance. Padma's usually calm demeanor tended to evaporate as her exasperation grew. "I'm just so bored."
Parvati glanced over at her two sullen housemates. Harry was staring uncomfortably at his shoes and fiddling with the edging on his surprisingly dapper robes. Ron was shooting death glares at Viktor Krum, who was spinning Hermione around like a fairy princess.
That was the thing about balls. They had a tendency to surprise you.
With a mischievous smirk, Parvati jumped up and flounced past their worthless dates. Padma stared after her retreating figure in alarm, then glanced over at Ron who only crossed his arms tighter across his skinny chest.
Five minutes later, Parvati arrived with a handsome Beauxbatons boy on each arm. She giggled furiously as she introduced them, and Padma couldn't help the blush that tinged her cheeks when the boy on the left, Claude, kissed her hand gallantly and declared her the loveliest girl in the room.
"Parvati says you are not enjoying the ball," Claude said, feigning horror. Parvati tittered at the French pronunciation of her name and Padma flushed, this time in embarrassment.
"Not the best, no," she finally replied, tucking a wayward strand of long black hair behind her ear.
"Well, there is a thing we say in France. It is like this, I think. When life gives you lemons ..."
"Make lemonade," finished Padma, smiling.
Claude looked momentarily confused then made a face. "No, no, no. That is not it. When life gives you lemons, you dance!"
Grinning broadly, he held out his hand. Padma laughed, shot one last sidelong glance at her moping escort, and grabbed his hand. Parvati waggled her eyebrows at her sister before turning her attention to her own dance partner who was performing a very elaborate bow.
Then with practiced ease, the boys each picked up one of the beaming twins, spun the girls around in happy, dizzy circles, and, all four of them laughing with delight, they joined the mass of couples twirling around the Great Hall.