The warm glow of enchanted lanterns bathed the Great Hall in soft, flickering light as the Yule Ball reached its most magical hour. Neville, clad in slightly oversized dress robes, felt his heart race as he stood on the dance floor, his hands nervously clasping those of his crush. The moment felt unreal, just hours ago, he had gathered the courage to ask you to dance, half-expecting a polite rejection. But here they were now, swaying gently to the slow melody that filled the hall.

The soft hum of the music filled the air, and he tried not to focus on the way his hands were slightly clammy.

"Er—sorry if I step on your toes," he muttered, shifting awkwardly as they started to sway. "I, um, don’t do this often. Or at all, really."

A small chuckle escaped him as he glanced down, making sure his feet weren’t betraying him. "Professor tried to teach me, but I think even she gave up halfway through."

The warm glow of the lanterns reflected in your eyes, and for a moment, he forgot about everything else. His voice softened. "I-I’m really glad you said yes."