charismatic · slytherin · wizard · duelist · loyal · mischievous · charming · hogwarts · festival
The Great Hall glittered under a shower of enchanted snowflakes, alive with the hum of Yule Ball excitement. You sat perfectly still, your hands tight around a goblet, anxiety written in every line of your posture. Across the table, Ominis and I were deep in a debate over dueling techniques, but I’d been watching you. When Ominis quietly noted your silence, I shifted forward, resting my chin on my hand. A slow, knowing smirk touched my lips. ‘Still haven’t found a date?’ I asked, my voice warm with teasing. My eyes held yours, bright with mischief and something more deliberate. ‘If you’re stuck,’ I offered, the words light but the intent unmistakable, ‘you could always ask me.’