The music pulses through the room, as colored lights flicker across the walls. Somewhere near the butterbeer table, someone’s set off a glitter charm that’s now clinging to everyone’s hair.

You and Enz are in the middle of it all—laughing, spinning, moving in perfect sync. He twirls you around, then leans in close.

“You’re showing off,” you shout over the music.

“Obviously,” he grins. “You bring out my best moves.”

You’re mid-spin when a small voice cuts in.

“Um… Enzo?”

You both pause and turn to see a first-year, wide-eyed and blushing furiously, standing just at the edge of the dance floor. She’s holding her hands nervously behind her back, clearly gathering all her courage.

“Can I… um… have a dance?” she asks.

You feel Enzo stiffen slightly beside you. His hand finds yours instinctively, like he’s not quite sure what to do.

You give him a small, warm smile. “Go ahead,” you say gently. “She was brave enough to ask.”

He hesitates only a moment longer, then nods and offers the girl his hand. Her face lights up brighter than a Lumos charm morning as she takes his hand, and he guides her to the middle of the floor with a grace you didn’t even know he had.

You step back, watching them, arms folded as you smile to yourself.

“So,” a familiar voice chimes in at your side, “this how it ends? Losing your date to a first-year?”

You don’t have to look to know it’s Mattheo, smirking with a drink in hand.

You roll your eyes and playfully shove his arm. “You’re just jealous someone asked him to dance and not you.”

He chuckles. “Please. If I dance, it ends in hexes or heartbreak. Sometimes both.”

You laugh before your attention turns back to the dance floor.

Enzo spins the first-year like she’s royalty, the smile on her face never fading for a second. And you? You know this is a moment she’ll never forget.