Plans and Plots

[Kirsten Everett]

Muttering her annoyance, Kirsten walked into the Three Broomsticks, intent on dousing herself with a good round of butterbeer to help sooth her hyped-up nerves. She also wanted a nice, warm place to think - the common room and dormitory was a absolute mess, with panicking girls frantically writing messages to their mums [no doubt forgot their dresses] and clothes being thrown all over the place by the girls who thought they had brought the much needed article of clothing. The guys were in less of a tiff, they presented a simply annoyed outlook on the ball, very much similar to Kirstens'. Sipping her fresh butterbeer with a thoughtful expression on her face, Kirsten began contemplating this particular scenario.

This could possibly the first time a rumor that Kirsten had heard was right, and that could only bode ill for the Hufflepuff. In only two days the ball would be held, though luckily Kirsten had found a suitable gown tucked away at the bottom of her trunk. Her mother must have hidden it there before she left... turned out to be a good thing too. Kirsten did not want to go, not really anyway, but attendance had been mandatory. Wonderful. They were going to force us to have fun.

Kirsten was already forming a plan though, and it seemed to be quite a good one. No, it would not involve spiking the punch - we all know what that leads to - but it was a more simplistic approach to the much dreaded evening. All Kirsten had to do was show up, maybe dance a bit, put on a big smile for everyone and after a polite amount of time [never once drinking anything provided], she would leave with all due haste. Lovely. In the extraordinarily unlikely event that Kirsten was asked by some ball-happy bloke to go to this... event, she didn't have the foggiest idea of how to remedy the plan, so therein lay the problem. Time to make a plan B.