Say Yes to the Dress
"It's not quite you." Someone said gently from behind her, as Ginny was staring contemplatively down at her dress for the Yule Ball.
It was a pretty thing, she supposed. For something worn a good twenty or so years prior by her mum, at least. Like almost everything in her family, it was a handmedown. She may have been able to avoid some of the reusing by being born a girl, but even she could not avoid it entirely.
It was a deep, dark, dull green, olive almost, with a respectable neckline and a tiny bit of decorative gathering at its tight, belted waist, specifically designed to show off one's waist line, and a tiny hint of creamy white hand crochet lace peeking from the bottom.
Definately pretty.
Yet she couldn't help feeling like the voice was right, that it was a bit... not her. It was her mother, sure, especially when paired with the multicolored knitted shawl it had been sent with, and the pearly brooch, with a spattering of real diamond flecks inlayed into the newly shined silver.
But she wasn't her mother.
And it wasn't her.
"Isn't it?" She asked anyways, picking the dress up and holding it against her, and turning to meet Luna's silvery gaze. How in the world her friend had gotten into the Gryffindor girls dorms was beyond her, but no doubt Luna had her ways.
"No. It's not the right kind of bright, and it isn't lovely at all. And you look prettiest with your hair down. Or maybe with little bits tied back. Like a crown." Luna said softly, and started playing with a chunk of her own hair.
Ginny turned to the mirror, and looked at herself, and wondered how Luna knew she had been planning to put her hair up. Lavender must have told her at some point.
Then, when she looked back, Luna was gone.
And she would never know how the hell she had gotten in in the first place.