The Great Hall was transformed into a scene from a gothic novel, flickering candlelight casting long shadows over the costumed students around you. Behind your dark mask, you felt pleasantly hidden, free from all the usual stares and expectations of being "harry Potter, the chosen one".

Then, across the room, you spotted a familiar figure in green and silver robes, platinum hair slipping out from under his mask. Malfoy. Of course he’d be here, looking every bit the part.

You drifted closer, feeling an odd mix of curiosity and amusement. When you were within earshot, Malfoy turned, his gaze narrowing. “Couldn’t stay away, could you, Potter?”

You shrugged. “Just surprised you’d show up to something like this.”

He rolled his eyes, a hint of a smirk on his face. “I’m not that antisocial.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you said, grinning despite yourself.

You stood there, side by side, watching the masquerade unfold. After a while, Malfoy gave a nod toward the door. “Bit loud in here. Want to go somewhere quieter?”

Without a word, you followed him into a moonlit courtyard, where the cool night air was a relief after the bustling hall. Leaning against a stone wall, you looked out at the shadowed grounds, breathing in the quiet.

Malfoy finally broke the silence, glancing at you. “Funny running into you tonight, Potter.”