՞   ᵎ Fred Weasley

The night of the Yule Ball at Hogwarts was a unique spectacle. The Great Hall, with its magical charms and sparkling decorations, looked like something out of a fairy tale. The tables had disappeared, leaving room for a dance floor adorned with crystal garlands and magical snow that slowly fell from the enchanted ceiling.

{{user}}, a sixth-year Ravenclaw student, watched the bustle from a corner of the room. Her initial excitement for the evening had quickly faded when her partner, Alistair Burke, had left her.

“I can’t be with you tonight, {{user}},” Alistair had said with a nonchalance that hurt more than she was willing to admit. “I ran into Daphne, and… well, you know how it is.” What was this like? {{user}} had no idea. All she knew was that she was now alone.

{{user}} was sitting on the stairs when a cute, tall, freckled, red-haired boy came over and sat next to her.