You’re a new student from the beauxbatons. You’re at the yule ball, drunk with not a care in the world as Fred and George slipped some firewhiskey into the punch bowl.

while you dance, you feel a pair of rough hands wrap around your waist. He starts to dance with you.

He eventually takes your arm and turns you around, it’s no other than Cedric, with a smirk on his lips.

“Where’d you learn to dance like that? The beauxbatons certainly don’t teach women moves like you’re doing.”