It should have been a fairytale ending for Fiona Grimm to be asked to accompany Ducky Baker to the Yule Ball. She was, after all, in love with her best friend, and had been pretty much once she realized he truly did care about her. Besides Nora, he was one of the few people in Hogwarts that made her feel like leaving her dragon-guarded castle and entering into a world of danger and compassion were worth it. His asking her should have meant the world. But it had been casual, asked as though it were a favor she was doing him, a favor only a friend could fulfill. He needed a guardian for the evening, someone to keep him from making any mistakes. And apparently, she was a very safe option.
Nevertheless, she had dressed in the expensive dress her father had insisted on purchasing for her, taking careful time with her hair and her makeup, feeling a fool the whole while. There was no point, no purpose, no meaning. He was never going to love her, and tonight would only be a shy tease. Yet, she could not help but persist because... what was life without a little hope? Even if it only remained long enough to be crushed.
Still, her heart fluttered when she saw him, dressed casually but as nicely as he could, though she knew he would chalk it up to not believing in suits. He smiled and wolf whistled, embarrassing her in front of everyone, though the flush in her cheeks had more to do with his appreciation than the mass recognition. She took his arm and entered the room, glad not to be alone, while he whispered the plans of all of his other friends.
"And my other date, Nora, rude temptress she is, is being distracted by some dolt named Rufus. I'm glad to have you - much more reliable than that wench."
Her heard pounded as the music began to play. They had not discussed- but here they went. He was awful, just horrible at dancing. But he acted as though he were the jewel of the ball, cutting wide through crowds, a wide grin stretching across his face. She struggled to meet his eyes but, when she did, she felt rooted three. He held her tightly, squeezing her wrists reassuringly, and whispered bad jokes under his breath.
Halfway through the song, she found the nerve to suggest she lead, for fear of harming someone else. He agreed and soon, there were eyes following them. It seemed that no one seemed Finn capable of doing anything with such grace, but years of training and practiced had groomed her into one of the most handsome dancers in the entire castle.
The music ended and those who had not danced applauded. Finn turned around, beaming, finding that this was indeed attention she did not mind horribly. Her eyes came back to Ducky's, who was shining with pride. "You're going to be the belle of the ball. Make sure I approve them though. I'm like a protective brother."
She felt a crash somewhere within her soul, and she heard him call out another girl's name, dropping her arm's to rush and greet his friend. The warmth of the limelight that followed his every movement left her, leaving her cold and desolate. The legs that had once crowned her the best dancer in the castle now deemed her the most hesitant walker in the room, as she stumbled towards a wall, where she turned and rested. Her heart needed to catch up to the fallen hopes.
- - -
Ducky had started his ball off right. One of his closest friends had helped start the party, and now she was off, recovering from the time in the center of attention, a place he knew she fully resented and feared. He had relieved her of her duties, and was certain she was thankful for it as she headed for a more secluded area. He had needed to track down Sofia Vanguard, who had promised him a dance.
"Sofia, goddess, where's that dance? I demand it now."
"Ducky, you idiot, I'm here with Carter."
"Carter's a good boy, he can wait. C'mon, lady!"
He danced quickly and closely with Sofia, much to Carter's agitation. When he returned Sofia to Carter, he quickly assured the younger boy that his love affair with Sofia was long over. He turned around and surveyed the room, looking for his next form of entertainment. He snagged a loose Firewhiskey from seventh year girls who were proudly pouring flasks of it into the punch and managed to down a flask for himself. He strolled along the rim of the room, smiling and greeting those around him.
What joys lay in store for him?