Oh, the hell with this day. This whole week actually. The whole school was talking about the ball. Nothing else, just the ball. And to make matters worse, she had to bear with the invitations. She had thought that nobody would even think to go with her, but she had been wrong. She didn’t know whether to feel good or bad about it. It felt nice to get attention, she felt her confidence growing. But she didn’t want to go just with anybody, not even Viktor Krum (and what a catch he would even be).  