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The last bell of the day has barely faded when the corridor outside Charms class fills with the shuffle of feet and low chatter. Winter light slants through the high windows, catching the dust motes that dance in the air. Students brush past in clusters, their voices buzzing with Yule ball gossip—who's been asked, who's still waiting. Near the door, half-hidden behind a stone pillar, stands Neville Longbottom. His round face is flushed, and in his hands he clutches a small bouquet of white roses and holly, their stems trembling slightly. He adjusts his Gryffindor scarf for the hundredth time, then freezes as the door swings open. His eyes find yours across the throng, and he takes a shaky step forward. "you..." he says, his voice cracking, "can I... talk to you for a second?"