I swore under my breath as the needle pricked my thumb for the umpteenth time, drawing blood once more.

Gloria chuckled as I licked it off. "Careful Morgan," she joked. "Anymore lost blood and you may become a zombie." I rolled my eyes playfully before getting back to work.

Tori, Olivia, Gloria and I were in my Gryfindor girls dorm room, getting ready for the Halloween Ball tonight.

Steph, Gwen and Kendall were long gone, pampering themselves in the prefect's bathroom. I had watched them giggle past me, not even bothering to say hello.

It was like Kendall had replaced me, and the thought sent icy knives into my heart. But as I looked around at my friends around me I shook the pain away.

I had them now, and that was all that mattered.

Suddenly Olivia stood up, grinning. "I'm finished!" She exclaimed, and we all admired her handiwork.

I glanced grimly at the dress in my lap, and it's lopsided hem.

The girls and I had been hand sewing our dresses since we heard about the Halloween ball, but I'm definitely not a sewer in any way.

But hey, it was better than paying stacks of euros for the dresses that Steph, Gwen, and Kendall had.

Olivia caught me looking and she sighed playfully. "Hand it over Morgan. You're helpless."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I sang, and Olivia waved me away, grabbing the needle and thread. "Yeah yeah you just work on your hair."

I gave her a hug and grabbed my wand. The rest of the girls were busy finishing up their dresses and I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was six; we had one hour to get ready.

Tori must've seen the clock too because she picked up her pace, Gloria doing the same. Soon all four of us had our dresses (except for the magic part) and hair finished.

I got in my dress and stood in front of our full body mirror, feeling slightly shocked. I never dressed up, ever, for anything.

Being a big feminist I never joined in when my friends were talking about makeup and material things; I personally thought it was a waste of time and a bad mark on woman's reputation.

But seeing me in this dress... I kind of forgot all of that.

Gloria gasped as she saw me and clasped my hands. "Morgan you look beautiful." She said, and I grinned.

"You look pretty great yourself," I said, and it was true.

The girls and I had decided to theme our dresses as the elements, something I thought was a brilliant idea since there seemed to be an element that matched each one of us perfectly.

Gloria was fire for her cheery, bright personality, Tori was the wind for her cool and calm air, and Olivia was the earth for her soft caring nature.

Then there left me, and I was water.

At first I didn't think that I was fit to be it, and that Tori should be, until my wise friend enlightened me with an explanation so accurate that it was almost scary.

"Morgan you should be water for multiple reasons," she had coaxed last Saturday as we had strolled the streets of Hogesmade, holding our parcels full of fabrics for our dresses.

"One of them is how you fit the role of water exactly. You're calm, collected, and reserved like the water, but you also have a mysterious side to you, just like the ocean.

Sometimes you have to let down your guard to trust someone, and when you get upset you can turn choppy and dangerous, (in an emotional way) like a sea during the storm."

I stopped walking and grabbed her arm, eyes wide. "Um, Tori, you just basically explained my entire personality in three sentences."

Tori laughed. "That's my specialty." She said, and after that it was unanimously decided I would be water.

Now, as I looked at my "girls," I felt a burst of pride at our hard work, and it would feel like a disgrace not to describe our creations.

Gloria's dress is a fiery red, that puffs out and ends at her knees. It was simple, but the best part was Olivia's amazing magic touch. (She did all of ours because she's best at charms)

Thanks to Olivia flames snaked up the ends of her dress and sprouted embers into the dress, crackling and licking up her entire outfit as well as the tips of her hair.

Tori's dress is a stormy gray that fell straight to the ground. I remember how picky she was about the fabric, and we all teased her about how she always said clothes didn't matter except for now.

Her magic touch was that her dress reflected the sky outside, which was full of clouds and strong winds, so that leaves swirled around her dress like a beautiful canvas.

Olivia's dress is a light green with a fitted shape that clings to her whole body. In my opinion her magic touch is the best.

Due to her own artistic/magic ability's, Olivia made her dress sprout beautiful flowers and vines that snaked up her dress, along with white butterflies that flew and rested around/on her dress.

Then there was mine, which turned out even better then I thought it would.

My dress was an ocean blue, that went straight down, like Tori's. But it was the magic touch,like everyone else, that made it so special.

My dress had the surface of crystal blue water, that rippled and shimmered in magic sun so accurately it was like I was really wearing water.

Sea creatures like sea stars, fish, and coral moved and swam lightly all around me, like a real ocean.

After the dance, when I wrote my mom and told her all about it, I'm sure the part she'd be most happy with would be my hair, which was usually long, frizzy, and pulled in a messy bun or pony.

But thanks to Gloria, who is an amazing hairstylist, worked a miracle and made it look actually nice.

It flowed down my shoulders in beautiful beachy curls pinned back with a seashell barrette. And it actually smelled good too; like salt air and sunshine, two of my favorite things.

Suddenly Olivia let out a gasp. "Guys were twenty minutes late!" Gloria managed to pat her shoulder while applying/brushing unnecessary color coordinated makeup to all our cheeks.

"Of course we are," she said, holding my head steady as I tried to squirm away from her abusive makeup brush.

Olivia looked confused. "Why is that a good thing again?" She asked and Gloria turned to her, moving onto to her next victim Tori.

"Nobody wants to be the first one there," she explained. "That makes us look desperate." Tori crossed her arms skeptically. "What about our dates then?" She asked.

Gloria waved at her reassuringly with her non makeup brush hand. "They'll meet us there, and we can walk in like models." She finished up Tori and Olivia before stepping back proudly.

"We all look beautiful!" She giggled like a little girl and twirled, and we all groaned playfully, though I could understand the feeling.

I'd never felt like this for a long, long time. Like I belonged somewhere. For once I wasn't staying home when my friends back home had parties and danced the night away during the summer.

Now I was that girl. That girl who actually had a date, (Chris asked me just as friends of course,) and who looked like she belonged.

I was so distracted and excited James didn't even enter my mind once, like he had been since I found out Steph cheated on him.

The rumor had been spread among the students with many different versions, some as ridiculous as James punching Mack all the way to the Ravenclaw tour.

But James wasn't going to be here tonight. He was sick, and didn't feel like going.

Heartbreak blues I guess.

Just as my mind began to wander Gloria grabbed my hand and we all softly whispered as we walked from the Gryfindor common room towards the grand staircase that led to the Great Hall.

It was a secret passageway us Gryfindor's usually used. I was used to it by now, but as I peeked at the Weird Sisters setting up, and the people chattering, I got nervous.

I glanced at the girls, who all looked a little nervous themselves. I would've swore the butterflies on Olivia's dress fluttered a little faster as she looked down.

We stood nervously there for about five minutes before Gloria flipped her hair and looked at each one of us.

"Enough of this guys," she said in a determined voice. "We look too fabulous to stay up here all night. Now come on, we're wasting time!"

We gave each other nervous smiles one last time before swallowing up our nerves like Gloria said.

And I swear, as I walked down that staircase it felt like something out of a Muggle fairytale.