burn a miracle;; open

Lys was stuck between a rock and a hard place at the moment. Part of him wanted to go to the ball because dancing and people and things like that were always a good time. Always. The obstacle here was that he didn’t actually want to have to dress up in anyway shape or form. No dress robes or suit and tie had ever worked with him. He always felt like he was trapped inside them and once they were on he wanted to rip them off immediately. It was like some kind of nervous tick. He struggled with wearing the regular school robes as it was and in his six years at Hogwarts had already racked up several dress code violations simply because he wanted to be comfortable. How the hell was he supposed to be comfortable when his entire bloody body was covered from toe to neck in cloth? It was just stupid and impractical. What if it caught on fire? He’d be fucked.

All those thoughts aside Lys decided to just bite the bullet and swallow the awful truth. He liked people more than he hated pretty much anything so with that in mind Lysander grudgingly put on the shirt and tie keeping the tie as loose as he possibly could without looking like a complete and total prat. There seemed to be a line that did exist between complete and partial prat hood with this attire and Lys had no urge to cross it what so ever. Gritting his teeth Lys looked in the mirror and realized that he didn’t look that bad. Even nonpratish if he dared say so himself. Still he didn’t want to be wearing these clothes and wondered just how long before he could ditch the tie. “Wait an hour, talk to some people while you wait, and then ditch the bloody tie Lys.”

By the time he hit the Great Hall it had become a mantra for Lysander. He had just kept repeating the whole way here as if it would somehow help him keep his sanity, if he was in fact sane. As Lys stood in the doorway to the Great Hall the required dress for the ball didn’t seem like that big of a deal. Beaming from ear to ear Lys knew this was exactly what he had been looking forward to. Loads and loads of people all in one place and this was one of those rare situations where he wouldn’t be considered too weird for even rude for talking to whoever and whomever he pleased. As long as they weren’t snogging. Lys may have been oblivious to most social cues but he was smart enough to know that interrupting something like that just wasn’t cool.

Still smiling Lys moved through the crowd trying to decide just what he should do first. It was a terribly hard choice at the moment but regardless Lysander had his priorities. He should at least get something to drink first before settling in and deciding just who he should talk to. Taking a sip from his cup Lys scanned the crowd and felt like he wasn’t going to be able to contain himself. He didn’t know where to start or who to talk to first. It was a hard decision to make and there was no way he could make it quickly. Letting out a small sigh Lys decided that he would just wander until someone caught his fancy. That was a solid plan. A nice little mosey around the hall would give him a good layout of the place and let him know just who was there. Really it was all he needed.

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lyrics Say Anything, Ahhh, Men
notes As many people can jump in as they like
word count 612