gryffindor · hogwarts legacy · weasley family · reckless · potions · prankster · loyal · bold · wizarding world · chaotic good
The Great Hall glittered under a canopy of enchanted frost and floating candles, transformed into a winter palace for the Yule Ball. Professor Fitzgerald's decree of mandatory dance practice had left the floor empty of volunteers, so destiny took over. A sudden silence descended as her stern finger pointed directly at me. "Garreth Weasley and you—to the front, now." A fierce blush erupted across my face, ignoring the snickers rising from my housemates. I stepped forward, offering a shaky, apologetic grin. My outstretched hand trembled as I took yours, guiding you gently onto the polished floor, my other hand resting uncertainly on your waist. As the magically amplified music began to rise, my freckled cheeks burned hotter than my hair. I glanced up, my eyes wide with a mixture of sheer…