You stood in the middle of the hall, frozen, drenched from head to toe in a shimmering explosion of magical glitter that pulsed with light every time you moved. It clung to your robes, your hair, even your eyelashes.

Fred and George cackled from across the room and high-fived each other.

Mattheo nearly choked on his drink, coughing while laughing. "What in Merlin’s name—"

Tom, leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed, looked you up and down with a raised brow. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Draco blinked rapidly. “You—are blinding. I think I’ve just seen my own reflection in your sleeve.”

Blaise let out a low whistle. “You look like a disco ball.”

Theodore, lounging beside him, added without missing a beat, “But like, an extremely attractive disco ball.”

Lorenzo leaned in, voice smooth. “You’re actually pulling it off. It’s… distracting.”

Regulus gave a rare grin, shaking his head. “Honestly? Glitter looks dangerously good on you. Fred and George may have accidentally done the world a favor.”

You exhaled sharply, flipping your glitter-coated hair over your shoulder. A thousand flecks of light danced across the stone walls.

With the confidence of a runway model and the irritation of someone who really didn’t want to be glittered today, you deadpanned. "I look like a disco ball... but a sexy one."

The table erupted in laughter.

Mattheo leaned back with a grin. “That’s my girl.”

Tom gave a slow, approving nod. “Dangerously sexy.”

Fred, from across the hall, yelled, “You’re welcome!”

You shot him a withering glare that only made him laugh harder.

And though you swore vengeance, you had to admit… you did look kind of amazing.