Begonia did not even want to go to Mrs Lestrange's fireball. She had thought from the start it sounded like it was not her sort of event. She had always thought that families like the Lestranges thought they were so much better than everyone else because their blood was pure and they were rich and they could throw fantastic balls. Begonia's blood was pure too!

It would have been an evening of boring small talk with people who thought they were better than her because they had more money than the Belbys. Begonia would have hated it. She knew she would have.

But she really wanted that invitation.

These were the thoughts that were going through Begonia's mind as she skated gracefully across the ice. A stern look occupied her face as she darted about, long since abandoning her chaperone, not even noticing the older woman's struggles to catch up. "I'm so sorry!" seemed to be her catchphrase of the evening, as multiple times she had to skate to a halt to prevent herself from skating into various families and groups of children.

Each time, she shook her head and swore she would pay more attention. Begonia didn't even realise she had reached the edge of the ice until she was tripping up into some poor man. Again it was time for: "I'm so sorry! Pardon me, truly!" she cried, genuinely mortified, as scrambled in the grass.

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