Aleski always hated balls. He wasn't a bad dancer, he just couldn't help feel extremely self-concious wearing fancy clothes and swishing about in front of the whole school. But the prospect of wearing a mask somewhat excited him. Tonight, people may not recognise him and he liked that. Plus, he had a date.
He was incredibly nervous, partly because she was pretty and he hadn't spoken to her much before, and partly because she was a Lestrange. She had family members who would not hesitate to kill him if they found out he had mistreated her, and purely daring to come to a ball with her when he was a Ravenclaw and raised as a half-blood probably counted as mistreatment to them.
His golden hair was tied into a short ponytail behind his mask, which covered his whole face. He had seen it in a dusty old muggle shop one day and fallen in love with it immediately, although it did look rather strange combined with his log, flowing indigo dress robes. He stood by the door, waiting patiently for his date to arrive. He would have waited to walk her to the ball but he had no idea where the Slytherin common room was, and he didn't feel like being ridiculed for his appearance by her housemates tonight.
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