Ismelda grabs your arm, preventing you to go out of the transfiguration room.

I've heard you didn't have anyone for the celestial ball yet. Which isn't surprising, you're not that popular for a Hufflepuff. But I never liked popular boys.

For a moment, she looks nervous, but the Slytherin girl quickly hid it behind her usual frown.

If you repeat to anyone what I'm going to say, I'll murder you and make ropes with your guts.

She takes a deep breath.

Come to the ball with me ?