Horrifying.

That was the only way to describe it. She was terrified. Luckily she managed to scrape a decent strut in heels or she would've fallen over. Leant up against the wall of the Entrance Hall stood the Gryffindor - munching on what was left of her nails.

"Bloody nerves.. bloody Oliver.. I swear to merlin and his fuzzy.." Her rant went on under her breath as she attempted to calm herself. Flushed and red-faced, she scowled. She'd put a lot of effort into her.. ermm.. look today. She had dark eyeshadow and her lips were done a bright, clashing red. She'd left her blush at home.. her cheeks would do their own highlighting tonight if the Slytherin Captain showed.

She hadn't a clue why she'd agreed to this. A BALL!? Cameron couldn't dance to save her life - that much was clear from her aweeeeesome display at the dance lesson. Merlin, that had been embarassing.

Sigh.