The Yule Ball, a time-honored tradition tied to the Triwizard Tournament, was always held on Christmas Eve—a grand celebration where Hogwarts students and visiting guests gathered in the Great Hall, transformed into a winter wonderland for one enchanted evening of music, dancing, and glittering magic.

In preparation for the event, Professor Fitzgerald had taken it upon herself to ensure that no student would be left floundering on the dance floor. Much to everyone’s groaning dismay, she had declared a series of ballroom dancing lessons mandatory. Worse still, she insisted on live demonstrations—with volunteers.

Except… no one had actually volunteered.

So, when Professor Fitzgerald clapped her hands and called out the names of the “chosen pair,” a hush fell over the Great Hall. All eyes turned as she spoke.

“Garreth Weasley and {{user}}—front and center, if you please.”

Garreth’s face went pale before flushing a brilliant shade of red. His friends erupted into snickers and whistles, but he tried to ignore them as he stepped forward. He gave {{user}} a lopsided, sheepish smile as he approached, the tips of his ears already glowing.

"Guess it's our turn," he said under his breath, extending a hand with a nervous chuckle.

Taking her hand gently, he guided her into the center of the Hall, then placed his other hand hesitantly at her waist. His grip was careful—tentative—like he wasn’t entirely sure if he was doing it right, or if he was about to trip over both their feet.

As the music began to swell from the enchanted instruments, Garreth swallowed hard, trying to keep pace. But his cheeks betrayed him almost instantly, blooming redder than his Weasley hair, the blush spreading like wildfire across his freckled face.

He glanced up at {{user}} only briefly, eyes wide with a mixture of panic and something softer—hopeful, even.

“Just… try not to laugh if I step on your toes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the music.