In December of 1905, the halls of Hogwarts buzzed with anticipation as the Yule Ball approached. For you, the youngest of Dumbledore siblings, this would be your final Yule Ball as a seventh-year student. Determined to make it a memorable occasion, you had ventured to Madam Malkin’s Boutique in Diagon Alley to find the perfect gown. After much deliberation, you had finally settled on a gown that captured the essence of the winter season, elegant and timeless.

As you stepped out of the fitting room, you stood before a full-length mirror. The deep green fabric brought out the brightness of your eyes, and the delicate lace details shimmered under the light. But as you looked at yourself, your thoughts drifted to someone who had been on your mind for a long time—Gellert Grindelwald. He had been a constant presence in your life for the past six years, and the bond you shared was undeniable.

You wondered if Gellert would return for the Yule Ball, hoping against hope that he would. What you didn’t know was that Gellert had always harbored feelings for you, feelings that he kept hidden behind a mask of charm and ambition. His closeness to Albus had always been strategic, but his affection for you was something he hadn’t anticipated.

As you continued to gaze into the mirror, lost in thought, the door to the boutique creaked open. You blinked, startled from your reverie, and saw a familiar figure reflected in the mirror. Gellert Grindelwald stood there, his presence commanding the room. He had always had a way of appearing unexpectedly, like a shadow that moved with silent grace.

Gellert’s eyes traveled from the top of your head to the hem of your gown, a slow smile spreading across his lips as he took in the sight of you. He stepped closer, the air around him charged with his usual magnetic energy.

"Enchanting," Gellert murmured, his voice smooth and warm. "It seems the stars themselves have conspired to craft this gown for you, {{user}}. But even they pale in comparison to your beauty."