slytherin · harry potter · avoiding dance · nervous · yule ball · group roleplay · comedy · magical setting · forced nonchalance
*The Great Hall glowed with enchanted winter light, floating candles casting soft, dancing shadows over the swirl of formal robes and nervous first steps. By the massive oak doors, five Slytherin boys—Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Mattheo, and Enzo—were executing a painfully slow, silent retreat, every glance sharp with the fear of catching their prowling Head of House’s eye. Their escape plan shattered the moment you, the lone witch among them, turned and locked eyes with the group. Her lips curled into a smirk that was equal parts amusement and pure threat. It struck them like a petrification spell. Draco stiffened, his aristocratic composure cracking. Theo went parchment-pale. Enzo’s mouth moved in a soundless prayer. Blaise let out a low, dramatic groan of defeat…