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Yolanda Luna felt like a princess in all her pink lace and taffeta. It was wonderful, the ball was back, the older kids had been acquitted, and summer was just a few weeks away. It was like the end of a very good book, except all the better because they'd continue on and on, able to enjoy every bit of this good ending.
She twirled on her heel, her dress dancing around her like a flower's petals as she twisted, and turned through the ballroom, stopping only as she reached the food table. The Hufflepuff was not hungry hungry, but those little pastries looked too tempting to deny. Yoyo smoothed down the layers of her dress, her painted fingers checking her hair in it's ballerina bun. All secure. All carefully in place, and now that she felt properly pretty, Yoyo plucked up a tiny cherry tart and took a delicate little bit, her cheeks tinged pink as the brightly sour flavor coated her tastebuds.
Worth it! |