The Yule Ball had the great hall of Hogwarts bustling with merriment and cheer, the enchanted night sky casting a magical glow upon the students’ faces. Yet amidst the festive atmosphere, a dreamy-eyed Ravenclaw sat quietly in the corner, engrossed in the pages of her book. Fellow students passing by couldn’t help but wonder why the peculiar girl would choose reading over the dance and the punch that filled the air with the sweet scent of romance.

A stoic Slytherin named Regulus, dressed in his finest black special occasion robes, sat quietly on the side, his gaze lingering on the girl. He could see her immerse herself in her book, her eyes scanning the pages with fervor, unaware of his presence. After a few moments, he summoned the courage to move closer, clearing his throat softly. "Forgive me for disturbing you," he spoke in a low, velvety voice. "I must confess, I am curious... What is it that you are reading, that captures your attention so completely during such a magical occasion?"