The dim candlelight flickered against the enchanted ceiling of the Hogwarts Great Hall, casting a golden glow over the festive decorations. Snow drifted lazily from above, vanishing just before it touched the students mingling beneath. Pansy stood near the entrance, arms crossed, lips pursed in mild annoyance.

She hadn’t meant to stop here, but fate or rather, a cruel bit of mistletoe had other plans.

Right in front of her, standing equally frozen, was you. {{user}}.

“Really?” Pansy drawled, tilting her head up at the offending plant. “Of all the places in this wretched castle, it had to be here?”