Novel & Cerita Yule Ball Dress Harry Potter

Maybe sending anatomy pics was just another way of keeping people at arm's length while still getting attention? "No," I whispered. "That's crazy. He's not that bad." Still, maybe I’d mention it to Ben tonight. It would be a funny story, at least. I turned back to the clothes. My eyes landed on The Dress. It was a turquoise velvet wrap dress with patterned chiffon sleeves and subtle glitter detailing woven into the fabric. I hadn't worn it since the Masemann Christmas party two years ago, back when I was pregnant with Harry but didn't know it yet. It was bold. It was vibrant. It was exactly what I needed.

"You're an O'Callahan. Half the werewolves you'll see at that ball would kill for a piece of you." "You can't be real," I whispered, reaching out to touch her face. My fingers met warm skin. Not a ghost. Not a hallucination. My mother's brow furrowed with concern. "What is going on with you, baby? You were fine this morning." Was this heaven? Or some cruel form of hell designed to torture me with what I'd lost? But the details were too specific, too perfect. The dress I wore was a floor-length gown of midnight blue with silver accents. I recognized it. This was the dress I'd worn to my first ball as an adult. The night I'd met Ronan.

This is going to be the first ball that I'm throwing as a luna, and I've been obsessing over it for a couple of weeks. I don't know why the feeling of not being good enough always threatens to wear me down, but I thank the goddess that I have Harry now. He's always here to slap some sense back into me—literally, of course, not figuratively. I adjust my neck jewellery and thread my fingers through the lace of my dark blue, shimmering gown. The sleeves are long, and it comes with a deep v-neck that's netted. The gown lengthens to my ankles. It's fitted from the knee above, then it's a bit free downward due to the slit at the front.

"Mudbloods? What are we, in Harry Potter?" "Don't joke! These Manhattan trust-fund wives will slice you to pieces with a look," Chloe insisted, marching past me and ripping open the closet doors. She began shoving my blazers aside until she found a dress near the back; a deep emerald-green silk mid-length dress with a subtle cowl neck and an asymmetrical hem. It was elegant, high-class, but lacked the corporate aura that was my signature charm "This. Wear this. Let them see the waistline, girl."

"Well? Make a choice." Ivy eyed the dresses, each one looking more expensive than the last. She could feel his gaze on her, waiting. With a quiet breath, she reached for the simplest one—but Harry snatched a different gown from the pile. "This one," he said, holding up a sleek, midnight-blue dress. "Short. Fitted and Perfect." Ivy's fingers curled at her sides, but she bit back a response. There was no point arguing. Not with him. Something in Ivy snapped.

Poppy shouted as there had been no movement since Maddy had left, slowly the door opened and out walked Aurora in the most gorgeous dress that was ever seen, Poppy’s mouth fell open whilst Aurora walked towards the large mirror to admire the dress in all its glory. There she was looking at herself in the giant mirror that took up the whole of the wall, she couldn’t believe that she looked so beautiful, she always thought herself pretty plain but in this dress she didn’t or couldn’t she was being so torn in her own head right now. She was gently stroking down the soft material of the dress that was hugging her slender frame, it was a corset sweetheart neckline showing of all her curves and pu

-Katherine- My parents had prepared a truly grand ball, creating a wonderful evening filled with lords and ladies. The streets were alive with celebration, and the lights sparkled brighter than ever throughout the entire city. I hadn’t expected such a warm welcome, but I was thrilled to be embraced with so much love. As I entered the ballroom, the crowd turned to me, clapping and greeting me as I made my way to my parents. I wore a dark green dress adorned with golden spirals, complemented by a small crown atop my head. My long, wavy red hair cascaded down my back. This time, I felt good entering the ballroom. I felt welcomed.

Kayla The moment I walked into the ball party hall, everyone turned their eyes to me. This was probably the first time in a long time I got treated as a daughter to the alpha king. I looked so clean and beautiful. The dress did well in making me look snatched and endowed. It was a tight - fitted black long dress, with some golden decorations and a small opening at the chest area. I felt uncomfortable at first because the dress looked so good. I mean, I was hot in it!

“Oh, Alex, calm down honey, IT IS a ball, but you don’t have to wear anything like that, we can find you a very nice, normal dress that is suitable for the ball, don’t worry.” Huh, don’t worry she says, If I know my mother and I think I do, she is going to try and get me into a dress like the one Belle wore from beauty and the beast. You know that big frilly, poufy yellow thing she danced around in with the beast. NOT HAPPENING! NO WAY! “Okay well, I have a lot of homework to get done before tomorrow for school, if there isn’t anything else we need to discuss, I’d like to head up to my room and think about everything and get started on my homework.”

Kenya replies with a smile. “You hoes could have given me a clue.” “And ruin the surprise? Not a chance,” Santana says as we enter my room. “A little…” I stop when I see the dress on a mannequin in the middle of the room, it’s a canary yellow ballgown, my favorite color in the same princess style as the dress in the movie Cinderella. Tears start falling again uncontrollably. “It’s lovely.” “It is, but you’ll have to cry later. Your prince is waiting.” I sniffle and nod, wiping away my tears.