may 26th, 1894 — debutante ball, great hall, hogwarts
Jessamine entered the Great Hall, dressed in a well tailored baby blue gown, with the most elegant, charming smile that she could possibly muster and walked down the grand stairs with ease; despite how graceful she presented herself, quite frankly she thought she was going to be sick and it was only the sight of her siblings and Francesca, who was with the Hufflepuffs, that kept her firmly grounded. This was it, there was no going back, there would be no more study sessions in the library, no more secret parties in the room of requirement, Alas, that was not possible, and so she would do her best to embrace her role as one of the newest darling debutantes of the 1894 season. Part of growing up, she had found, was that she no longer could stand in the corner ripping girl's apart, whispering to Francesca about how she was sure Miss Adebayo was going to fall down the stairs after Mattie had enough and threw her down them, or that Miss Ravenswood was hopelessly pathetic as she dramatically sobbed all over a poor gentleman who was nice enough to ask the girl with what looked like her grandmother's dress to dance. No, Minnie had to play nice and sweet, not make any kind of scene, especially with her potential suitors. Still...
“I do hope she's okay,” Jessamine commented to the man she was dancing with, her tone with sickly sweet sincerity, her eyes flickering to the poor girl for a brief moment, “Miss Ravenswood has always been so fragile, I do hope tonight isn't too much for her. I'd hate for her to have to leave early.”
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