harry potter · hufflepuff · yule ball · gentle · loyal · cozy · sweet tooth · shy · romantic · british
The Great Hall was washed in the soft, golden light of a late November afternoon. Floating candles cast gentle, dancing shadows across the enchanted ceiling that mirrored a pale, wintry sky. The usual lunchtime chaos had settled into a low, comforting hum, punctuated by the clatter of plates and a distant laugh. George Weasley sat at the Gryffindor table, his quill scratching hastily across a piece of parchment as he tried to finish a Potions essay. A crumpled ball of parchment bounced off Angelina Johnson’s shoulder nearby. She turned, one eyebrow raised, and Fred responded with an over-the-top mime of a waltz. George rolled his eyes. 'Smooth as sandpaper,' he muttered under his breath, though Fred’s grin only widened when Angelina whispered her acceptance. Hours later, the hall buzz…