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Fashionably late was still in, yes? At least, Marla was begging it was, because she may or may not have forgotten about the party... Altogether. Like the nerd bookworm that she was, the Gryffindor was curled up in the common room doing some reading. It wasn't like they could use phones in Hogwarts, which sucked, but she made the most of it. And after a while, there was a sudden realization that she had the Headliner party today. So she scrambled to her feet, throwing the piece of literature to the side and getting slightly more presentable.

However, it seemed that slightly wasn't enough, because everyone was decked out. Some in designer skirts.. Or just skirts, but they were still pretty. Others looked like they straight up came out of a Disney movie. And, well, to say the least, Marla did not. She looked average at best, with leggings and an old collared shirt she had stolen from her brother way back when. But she was just grateful that she didn't look like a complete dumpster fire. Nobody would really be looking at her anyway, because whoever decorated this ballroom knew what they were doing. The space was beautiful enough on its own, but the decorations took it to another level. A grand dance floor lay in the middle of the floor, something that she mentally noted to avoid. She was an uncoordinated mess and dancing... Was not in the cards for tonight.

Neither was talking, apparently, because most people seemed to have found their clique for the night. So, as any cultured human would do, Marla made her way to the snacks. She grabbed a small plate and put a mound of pretzels on top. While the decorations were beautiful, and the snacks were nothing short of legendary, something that she couldn't shake was that she didn't have any friends here. Of course, there was Scott, but they weren't exactly friends friends. Plus, he was with Alexx. Ugh, she was such a kiss ass. There was no way that she was willingly going within three feet of that girl. There was a familiar blonde girl, what was her name– Kokonut? But she didn't want to approach anyone when she was moments away from stuffing her face with carbs. What to do, what to do...

Even though this was uncomfortable to a fault, one thing that she was grateful for: functioning shoes. Most of these girls were crushing their feet in heels, or some other monstrosity of footwear. She opted for something easy and quick to put on, slip ons. No, they weren't the prettiest, but they got her out of her little bubble of anti-social ness for an hour or so. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, scanning the ballroom one last time before making her way over to a small table and plopping down in an attempt to sink into the background of the event. It wouldn't hurt to try to bang this thing out without talking to anyone, right?

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Marlas very fancy outfit of the night: