The Great Hall had been transformed beyond recognition. Frosted silver trees lined the walls, enchanted snowflakes fell softly from the ceiling without ever touching the ground, and candlelight shimmered in floating crystal spheres. A soft, haunting melody played in the background as couples swayed across the gleaming floor.

You had never seen Hogwarts like this. Everyone was dressed in their best robes, some awkwardly, some confidently, and the air buzzed with tension—nervous glances, hidden crushes, jealousy, excitement. Professors kept a loose eye on things from the corners, pretending not to notice when students slipped away into the courtyards or up staircases.

By the punch bowl, someone laughed too loud. A friend dragged you to dance. Someone you didn’t expect to see had just walked in—and they weren’t alone.

The night is still young. You could dance, run into an old flame, confess a secret, sneak out to the frozen garden behind the Hall… or maybe just watch it all unfold from the sidelines, drink in hand.

So, who did you come with tonight—and who are you really thinking about?