Ron was panicking like crazy.
Before he knew it, it was Friday again. There were fewer than three days left until the Yule Ball, but he still had not found a partner.
If he had turned down the other girls' invitations at first because he had been hoping to invite Delacour, his thinking now was that any pretty girl would do.
Yes, even now, Young Mr. Weasley remained firmly committed to good looks. He was an unwavering sucker for a pretty face!
Ron had originally thought that even if things fell through with Delacour, he could simply pick another pretty girl. Nothing too terrible would happen.
Yet things had turned out nothing like he had expected.
After his failed attempt to invite Delacour, the girls who had wanted to invite him seemed to vanish overnight. Over the next few days, he did not receive a single invitation.
And the girls who had invited him before all seemed to have found partners.
To be fair, any girl bold enough to take the initiative and invite Ron, a Champion, could not have been too bad-looking. After all, he was a Champion with plenty of options. If a girl was truly ordinary-looking and did not know him well, wouldn't she just be asking to be rejected?
Wasn't it the same with those boys who had neither height nor looks? None of them dared to invite Delacour, either.
Well, it was worth mentioning that Delacour had already found a partner.
He was Ravenclaw's sixth-year Prefect and Quidditch captain, Roger Davies. Yes, he was handsome enough to rival Cedric in looks.
But apart from being good-looking, Davies had nothing else particularly worth praising (in Harry's subjective opinion). From this, Harry concluded that Delacour was probably another sucker for a pretty face.
Well, put that way,