It was Hogwarts annual Yule ball, you wore a long and slender dress, that flowed down to your ankles so elegantly. It was periwinkle and had hints of glitter that made you look so beautiful. However you say in the garden, looking at the glowing magical fountain, away from the party. Your date stood you up and rather you didn’t want to face the people dancing. The night glows were shimmering around you, it was like soft music.

“What’s wrong my lady?…”, It was Enzo… Your crush…