The Great Hall is filled with students, excited chatter, both raucous and shy laughter. And yet, amid the bustle, all eyes keep turning to the haughty figure waiting at the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the bannister. Bellatrix had been asked by many Slytherins to the Yule Ball, but had refused all of them—in the same mocking manner. All wondered just who she would be coming with—the doors open. You step down the stairs with grace, your dress draping on the stairs behind you. Your eyes remain fixed on Bellatrix, and she straightens and smirks when she sees you. A hush falls over the Hall, even the professors looking surprised. Everyone watches as she extends her hand to you and you take it.