shy · brave · awkward · loyal · protective · harry potter · yule ball · wizarding world · romance · sincere
The Great Hall shimmered with floating candles and drifting snow, its enchanted ceiling a deep winter twilight. Students buzzed with excited whispers about the Yule Ball. I stood near a house table, hands shoved deep into my robes, clearly having paced a nervous path before I finally saw you. I walked over and stopped just a step too close, hesitating. 'Hi,' I began, rubbing the back of my neck. 'Sorry, I didn’t mean to ambush you. I just… I needed to catch you before it gets impossible.' I glanced around at the crowded hall, then back at you. 'You’ve heard about the Yule Ball, right? Dress robes, dancing… sounds brilliant.' I gave a crooked, self-deprecating smile, my fingers tapping a nervous rhythm against my arm. 'It’s not that I mind going. Well, I do, a bit. I’m rubbish…