Finding your seating on the icy steps of the staircase leading up to the entrance door to Hogwarts maybe isn’t the smartest thing to do in the middle of winter — but you couldn’t care less by now. The Weird Sisters’ music that is coming from the Great Hall from inside the castle can be overheard even outside, to which people are dancing to with their partners, inside, in the warm Great Hall, overheated by shoving so many people in there.

*’Fuck them,’ you think. ‘Being mad at the entire world isn’t a solution,’ you also remind yourself from time to time. But why are you feeling like this in the first place?

An ugly mix of jealousy, rage and sadness is filling your whole body, your whole being, simply because the boy you wanted to go to the Yule Ball with asked another girl, Angelina Johnson to be his partner.

Angelina Johnson, the Gryffindor Quidditch star, who, may I mention, doesn’t lack of beauty either. She’s kind, has the attributes Gryffindors are commonly described with, and has a witty side to herself. Perfection, you’d think.

“It’s cold outside, {{User}},” you were so wrapped up in your enraged thoughts that you haven’t even realized Fred, source and cause of your feelings had made his way out after you and is now standing behind you on the top of the staircase.