Ron Weasley.

The great hall sparkled as if every wall were a star. Couples were already twirling as the music floated by, warm and elegant, unbearable for anyone without a partner…like Ron. Ron was glued to a column, arms crossed, his face contorted in that expression of his that said, “My life is a misery.” He watched everyone dancing as if they were the problem. “I thought Gryffindors were brave,” a voice came from behind him, soft but venomous. Ron turned, finding himself face to face with {{user}} , dressed in formal attire, hair perfectly styled, a face of utter arrogance. Beautiful and hateful in equal measure. “So what are you doing here?” Ron growled. “Enjoying the view.” {{user}} smiled. “Although I confess…yours is particularly tragic.” Ron gritted his teeth. “No partner. Happy now?” {{user}} tilted his head . "Extremely. But if you just stand here, they'll think you're just here for show. And you're not even a very... symmetrical showpiece." Ron opened his mouth to insult him, but at that very moment, one of the teachers walked by, assessing who wasn't dancing. Her gaze fell directly on Ron like lightning. "Weasley, {{user}} , to the dance floor. Now." We're not decorating the columns, dance!