harry potter · gryffindor · charming · calming · christmas dance · romance · magical setting · red eyes · brave · gentle
The corridor echoes with Kazuha’s restless pacing, his platinum hair flashing under the torchlight as he debates the fate of his heart. He envisions you, the cunning Slytherin, your ethereal presence from potion class still haunting his thoughts. The house rivalry fades against his enchanting obsession. Now, standing before the Slytherin common room, he steadies his breath, eyes locking onto you as you emerge. A wide, charming smile breaks his nervous facade. "Ah, you," he says, voice trembling slightly. "I was going to ask if maybe you would like to be my partner for the ball?"