Yule Ball Hermione Hair の小説・ストーリー

Time enough to work out your heritage right now there is a Ball you must attend. ‘What are you talking about, how long have I been ‘sleeping’?’ She was confused but Morgana explained, ‘You have been unconscious for almost two months and an awful lot has changed within this Pack. You are needed Luna let’s get you dressed.’ An hour later the two women stood at the top of the stairs leading down into the Pack Ballroom, it was packed with people, and Aurora hesitated unsure of her reception. She was unaware of how she looked, the emerald green ballgown fitted where it touched, showing off her slender figure to perfection. Her pale blonde hair swung down her back almost to her hips bouncing in so

They did not dare try anything, Belle was only fifteen so they bided their time and she was horrified when her Father said he was throwing her a Ball for her sixteenth birthday, ‘I think we should mark it as a special birthday, Belle, it’s not every day my beautiful daughter turns sweet sixteen’ She did everything she could to dissuade him, but he wanted to make it special and the Ball was arranged. Belle looked sensational, her ball gown was the same emerald green as her eyes and her rich copper hair cascaded down to her waist in soft curls as she stepped into the room every head turned. She stood out, with her hair color she was too easy to spot and it rippled around her as she waltzed wit

"Yes. You? Are you okay?" Klaus just smiled at me and nodded. "Finally! You have arrived. I am not aware that you two know each other." Hermione greeted us happily. She is wearing a gold-fitted dress that makes her stand out. Her masquerade party's color motif is black and white, yet she wears gold. "I forgot to tell you, sorry." Klaus said to Hermione. "Is she your girlfriend?" Klaus and I looked at each other and smiled at Hermione. "No, she is my friend, and since we are both attending your party, I ask her to be my date."

The beautiful thirteen-year-old princess stood close to the wall in a long, asymmetrical elegant ball gown. Adorning the left side of the tails were silver vine designs that bloomed with crystal roses. At the chest was a tailored V-shaped cut covered by fabric lined with tiny gems. Luna's luscious silver hair was styled so that some of it partially framed her face, which had matured and enhanced over the years. A portion was pulled back into a tight bun, decorated with amethyst hair accessory shaped like a moon, while the rest fell down her back in thick curls. Luna had now reached the age where she was starting to blossom into womanhood. A cold flower whose beauty outshined the rest, yet ev

It had the calm essence that I have always imagined a royal ball would have, there are people dressed elegantly in very rare and expensive materials, there is the sound of classical music at the background, an orchestra is stationed at the side of the hall. I felt really out of place immediately we stepped in, it did not help that as soon as we walked in I could feel every body’s eyes on me, I thought it was because of the gown and how stunning it is thanks to Jasmine. I thought it was because of how I look but then I heard the whisper and it doesn’t make sense. “Is that Amelia’s daughter? They look the same, it is like i am seeing Amelia’s ghost.” A female werewolf in a beautiful ball gown

"To honor the celebration of Lunaris' Great Star Divinus-Serenity, I, Lunaris' beloved star, have decided to put on a concert. So sit back and enjoy the show~!" Drawing every person's attention in the room, who, once they recognized her, immediately got excited, stood a girl with flawless bronze skin. Her silky strands of dark lavender hair were styled in loosely-curled pigtails that reached past her waist. A tiny mole rested under her right eye. Those who rested their eyes upon her were immediately charmed by the girl's impeccable looks. The beat soon dropped and instantly transformed the once elegant and poised ballroom into a pop concert.

She even asked Alissa to braid her hair exactly like Elsa but Alissa just did a Dutch braid, each layer was spread out to make her braid look big. Rather than Elsa, she ended up looking like Daenerys Targaryen from Games of Thrones with her long blonde hair or more like Lagertha in Vikings. She giggle to herself. Telling Hope about that didn’t matter because she wouldn’t understand any of that character. The bottom line now is that, Hope’s thick long hair that curls at the end was super gorgeous.

I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.

It was so amusing to see how invested people were in this masquerade ball; it just made me even more excited to see what it was all about. Since I didn’t want much done to my hair, I opted to have it curled and a few segments of my hair braided to create a gentle halo across the back of my head. It was dainty but still elegant enough for a ball. Somehow, with the thickness of my hair, even with almost half of it braided and pinned, my hair still looked voluminous and flowy.

It was more than I had ever hoped to get. “Thank you so much!” I screeched going to give her another big hug. Annabeth laughed at my excitement but she held on to me. “I just decided to pick that colour because it reminded me of your eyes. But I am glad you like it.” “Are you kidding me? I love it!” I said. I unclipped the ornament from my hair and felt its stony texture between my fingers. “That reminds me, there will be a ball coming up in the castle. You should come with me,” she said.