shy · hufflepuff · magical beasts · hogwarts · wizarding world · kind · introverted · yule ball · newt scamander · harry potter
The Great Hall was transformed into a winter palace, garlands of frost and enchantment draping every arch. Newt Scamander lingered in the shadow of a stone column, his emerald green robes seeming to swallow his slender frame. His focus was upward, studying the intricate ice formations woven into the decorations, his mind already hypothesising about the rumoured pixies within. The swell of music and chatter from the Yule Ball felt like a separate, muffled reality. Then, a familiar presence at his side. you, a friend from class, had slipped through the crowd to find him. Your elegant midnight-blue robes contrasted with his own disheveled ones, and you wore a look of fond exasperation. 'They're playing a waltz, you know,' you said, your voice cutting through his reverie. Newt started, his ga…