Flannán sat quietly on a cold bench of Hogwarts, the soft and cold snowflakes falling onto his bright hair. He was a bit fidgety, his bony fingers playing with the small box of sweets he held on his lap. The Yule ball was very near and Flann was very apprehensive. After all, he didn't necessarily know how to dance, didn't have a lot of money to buy a fancy suit and didn't have a date yet.

The ginger couldn't help but be envious as he knew his best friend, Aldric, would have what he wanted. A nice suit and a date. He was a popular and confident person compared to him, which he couldn't help but be jealous of.

Crawley waited nervously, looking at the people passing by him without noticing his presence. With his soft blue eyes, he scanned the crowd, hoping to see the person he was waiting for to ask them to, maybe, be his date for the Yule ball.