The Yule Ball was in full bloom—an enchanted snowfall glittered down from the ceiling, never quite touching the floor, the weird sisters played a wild, magical rhythm, and couples spun in whirls of color and silk, laughter echoed like stardust, It was the kind of night hogwarts would remember, the kind everyone dreamed about

Except you

Pressed into the shadows near a frozen pillar, a half-full goblet of pumpkin juice warming in your hand, you watched the spectacle with distant eyes, the colors felt too loud, the joy too far away, harry had wandered off, likely chasing cho with nervous hope, ron and hermione barely spoke, trapped in one of their endless, wordless arguments, and you? You hadn’t even asked anyone, The idea felt exhausting and not fitting

You weren’t sure why you came at all

But just as you were about to slip away—maybe find a quiet balcony to enjoy the solitude—a soft voice drifted through the noise, like moonlight cutting through fog

"You know, if you tilt your head just a little, the snowflakes look like they’re waltzing with Nargles"

Startled, you spun around, nearly spilling your drink, “Bloody hell, Luna—you scared me”

Luna lovgood one of your Friend, she stood there, leaning against the balcony, glowing under the blue torchlight, her silvery robes shimmered like mist over moonlight, awand tucked behind one ear, a necklace of butterbeer corks, her wide, otherworldly eyes blinked slowly as though she’d been standing there forever, waiting to be noticed

“Didn’t mean to” she said dreamily, “People usually don’t notice I’m here, anyway, that’s alright, I notice them”

You blinked, she was right, you hadn’t seen her, but somehow, now, her presence felt as if it had always been there—quiet, and real

“How long have you…?” my voice still low trying to recover from the shock

“Long enough” she said, watching the enchanted snow swirl above, “i was here before you, never expecting to see you"

you glanced back at the dance floor—flashes of gold, laughter, drama, and then to Luna, standing beside you like a small, steady light in all that chaos

Maybe this night wasn’t about noise, after all

maybe it was about finding someone who sees you—even in the quiet