It's Going Down, I'm Yelling Timber

[Kenna McKinnon]

The day had been a good one. Like many of the young ladies in her house, Kenna had woken to a free-for-all of chocolates, which he had indulged in perhaps a bit more than was necessary. Then it had been off to the village to pick up ribbons for the evening’s ball and take lunch with Nanny. Now she was back at the castle, clad gaily in an orange that mirrored that of her ginger locks, and grinning broadly as she entered the Great Hall—which was, for tonight, transformed into a ballroom.

The Gryffindor had never been the most demure young lady, but she did so love to dance—and went on to do so with whomever was on hand, mostly her twin sister. By midway through the evening, however, she began to think the dancing had taken their toll, as Kenna began to feel rather lightheaded. Just as the witch decided she had best sit down for a bit of a break, everything went a tad blurry and she swooned like a feverish, waif-like debutante.

  

[Pruedence Kidd]

Prue had been annoyed half the day about the valentine she'd gotten from Samuel Pendergast. She'd never so much as talked to him before, and yet he was sending her cards with stupid poems like they knew each other! Still, she was determined to have fun at the ball (like that was really possible) and was going to somehow enjoy herself. At least she got a couple of dances with boys taller than herself, including one with a boy a few years above her (Tristan Michaud) who was rather stunningly attractive.

She was off to the side, being gangly and tall as always, when suddenly a much older redheaded girl (a McKinnon, although she wasn't sure if it was the one on the quidditch team, or the one in Hufflepuff) swayed and Prue wound up with her in her arms. "Uh." What was she supposed to do!? Awkwardly, she fanned the older girl as she tried not to drop her.