Zhenya awaited her date as she stood there in the Slytherin Common Room, adding last minute touches to her hair., before placing her silver necklace upon her wrist. Perhaps this would be the night to change things, but one could only hope. As the clock within the room dinged merrily to chime eight times, Zhenya briefly glanced up the stairs as she smiled (albeit something rather rare to see upon her lips) at her fellow Slytherins as she waited for Antonin. As she finally caught sight upon her date, her lips parted slightly to form a perfect circle, as her heart caught itself in her chest for indeed how handsome he looked. This made it even more painful than necessary.
“Shall we depart then?” She asked, a small smile. that was usually only reserved for him appeared upon her features.
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