this is completely fictional
Emma Watson looked down at the wonderful tiara she'd stolen from Bird House with Ms Willoughby's help. Despite it being a week later though she'd still never worn it and more worryingly she hadn't exactly told Ms Willoughby that she had taken it. It showed an impulsiveness that her teacher would not approve of.
Tonight, she had the perfect occasion to wear it but couldn't. It was the winter ball and it would go perfectly with her beautiful dress, professionally done hair and makeup.
The only slight problem was that it had a big gold hooded python on top. It was something a Snake House student would wear but Emma was still undercover in Lion House. At best, it would cause serious suspicions and at worst blow her cover completely.
Without the tiara, Emma still looked stunning. She had on an elegant green and yellow silk dress. It was strapless, and had a long skirt. She wore black strappy high heels which showed her feet and highlighted her toned pins through the long slit up the leg to the thigh. The outfit was classic formal evening wear.
The last thing Emma needed was her small, elegant green clutch bag. She picked it up from her dressing table and checked inside.
"Perfume... Check." Emma said out loud to herself.
"Lipstick. Check. Morsexius. Check!"
The most important part, the Morsexius. She looked at small vial of white goo that she and Ms Willoughby had extracted from Lord Snake's strapon cock earlier that day. It glistened and glimmered in the light.
Emma thought for a moment about how much it had given her. Her life had changed for the better. Now, she and Ms Willoughby were going to take over the whole school and make sure everyone would serve Lord Snake.
Tonight, a new servant of Lord Snake would be created, however, not before Ms Willoughby and Emma had exacted revenge for Bird House stealing Snake House artefacts. Tonight, Bird House would pay.
Emma gave a knowing smirk to herself in the mirror, checking out how gorgeous she was as she did so. She shut her clutch bag and turned to head to the ball. Tonight was going to be something else.
As Emma entered the ballroom, she stopped to survey the scene. She could see heads turn to look at her, not hiding their clear interest in her beauty.
One of those heads was Ms Willoughby, who sat with some teachers in the corner. Although Emma could tell her interest was admiring, it was also a knowing, silent exchange of confirmation that their plan was about to start.
The other teachers turned to look at Emma, but only Ms Willoughby had that hint of intent about her. Everyone else was just curious or admiring Emma's stunning, natural beauty.
Emma moved to the floor and made some chat with her fellow students. Tonight, she would again be pretending to be in Lion House, so spoke to people she knew in that house as default. Other students from Hippo House and Bird House joined in, but Snake House kept themselves to themselves. Emma longed to be with them but knew she couldn't.
The young woman kept one eye on the teachers, waiting for a moment to enact their plan. Every now and then Emma would flick her gaze and see the teachers drinking in the corner with Ms Willoughby looking ever so relaxed.
In just a moment, Emma spotted her opportunity as the teachers wriggled about, trying to create space for one to leave the confined table.
Squeezing out the small space was Cheryl Cole, the gorgeous singer from a beautiful pop group. The brunette's normally pretty face looked slightly embarrassed as she tripped over her companions feet on the way out.
Still, it was hard to miss her attractiveness as she finally straightened up leaving the confined space. She had on a purple dress, which had a short skirt, revealing her glorious legs. The top was quite low cut, revealing her cleavage. It could have been considered a bit too revealing, but somehow Cheryl made it look classy, especially with her choice of glamorous platformed black high heels.
"Drinks anyone?" Cheryl asked, getting several orders from the table, including Ms Willoughby who was normally more controlled.
Cheryl happily made her way to the bar, and reached into her diamond encrusted clutch bag, pulling out her red lipstick and re-applying it.
Emma approached from behind, taking position close to Cheryl.
"Looking very glamorous tonight Ms Cole," Emma began, engaging in small talk.
The teacher turned round and smiled. "You too Miss Watson," she answered, her Geordie tones clearly ringing out. "Are you having a nice time?"
"Yeah, I just arrived, but hopefully it'll be a nice night. How about you?"
"Getting on it!" said Cheryl. "I've been drinking since lunch!" The teacher laughed quite happy with her current situation. "Even Ms Willoughby is getting a bit tipsy."
Emma looked round, barely believing such a thing, but now that Cheryl had mentioned it Emma could see a slight slouching of her normally straight shoulders and a slight gaze over her normally serious face.
Emma laughed. "It must be a special night."
"I never thought I'd ever see it!" Cheryl replied, before lifting two glasses of a tray and directing bar staff to take the drinks over to the table she just left.
"Cheers!" she said happily to Emma, thrusting a glass into Emma's hand. Emma took it and smiled back, clinking the glass with Cheryl's and taking a sip.
"What are drinking too, Ms Cole?" asked Emma after swallowing the champagne.
Cheryl thought for a moment, Emma could almost see the cogwheels turning in her pretty head. "Let's drink to having a good night Ms Watson!" The pair shared another toast and warm smile, before Cheryl downed the remainder of her champagne in one.
"Woah, Ms Cole!" Emma said, in a state of shock but also admiration.
Cheryl just giggled before turning back to the bar. "Two more please, one for me and one for my star student, Ms Watson!"
Emma blushed slightly at the compliment. She was also slightly nervous of the speed the Head of Bird House was drinking. Emma would never be able to keep up. But then an idea popped into her head.
"Actually Ms Cole," Emma said, indicating to the bar staff to delay that order. "I have something better that you might enjoy."
Cheryl raised an eyebrow. "Ms Watson, I never had you down as the thrill seeking type!"