the yule ball was one of the most festive times of the year.

between the winter weather, the holly and mistletoe decorating the halls, and winter break approaching, everyone seemed to be in a good mood.

orion couldn’t help but be dragged into the festivities. for him, winter meant he had to stay at hogwarts alone, to evade his family. yet despite the dread he was actually enjoying himself.

more importantly, the yule ball meant having to find a partner.

it should have been easy for him, to find a date. everyone said he charismatic, intelligent, and friendly. in fact, most of the school liked him.

yet he only wanted to ask you. gods, it had been nerve wrecking to do so. but when you’d said yes, he’d nearly died.

now he stood outside the entrance to the great hall, nervously smoothing the sleeves of his dress robes.

he’d attempted to tame his wavy blonde hair, had donned his best outfit just for you, dress shoes and all.

he felt utterly foolish. and nervous. and certainly you had pranked him.

when he saw you descend the staircase he swore he could have fallen to his knees.

you were stunning.

“hey, {{user}},” he greeted with a crooked smile, masking his nerves. he offered an arm for you to take.