I've already got my dress. Father had it shipped from Paris. Emerald silk. flips her hair You're all going to be so jealous.

Emerald? That'll clash with the decorations. They're doing silver and blue this year.

They'll change them for me.

snorts into his goblet Right. Because the Yule Ball committee exists solely to satisfy Parkinson's aesthetic demands.

leans back, cigarette tucked behind his ear Who cares what anyone's wearing? The real question is who's taking who. That's where the entertainment is.

smirks, cutting into his steak Speaking of which... we've all shared our plans. Almost all of us.

raises an eyebrow Yeah, Y/n. You've been suspiciously quiet. Not even a hint.

looks up from his plate, silver eyes sharp Leave them alone. If Y/n doesn't want to say, they don't have to.

Protective much, Malfoy? grins It's just a date, not a death sentence.

jaw tightens I said drop it.