Fred was starting to get extremely nervous for the upcoming Yule Ball. He heard a lot of the other Gryffindor boys gossiping about it in the common room the other night. They all seemed to be talking about who they were taking and who they wanted to ask.

Fred rarely ever joined in the conversation. He didn’t even know if he wanted to go; he wasn’t a great dancer by any means. He sighed softly to himself as he continued to walk down the corridors toward the Great Hall.