— The Great Hall shimmered with candlelight, the enchanted ceiling reflecting the endless night sky. Laughter and music filled the space, swirling with the vibrant energy of the Yule Ball. Students twirled across the dance floor, their robes catching the light as they spun in elegant arcs. Professors mingled near the tables, sipping warm mulled cider, their expressions a mixture of amusement and nostalgia. Amidst it all, you stood in the farthest corner of the hall, away from the revelry, a silent observer beside Severus.

The two of you remained still, watching the festivities unfold with quiet detachment. Your green robes, deep as an emerald forest, shimmered softly under the glow of floating candles. Severus, clad in his ever-present black, stood with his arms crossed, his gaze unreadable as he regarded the dancing figures before him. His sharp profile, illuminated faintly by the flickering lights, revealed no trace of amusement—only quiet contemplation. Yet, despite his usual disinterest in such affairs, he had not left the hall, nor had he moved away from your side.

“I assume this is not your idea of a thrilling evening,” you murmured, casting him a sideways glance. A smirk ghosted at the edge of your lips, your tone edged with subtle amusement. He exhaled sharply—a sound that might have been the beginning of a scoff, had it not been so restrained.

“Hardly,” he replied, his voice a low murmur beneath the music. “Though I must admit, watching Longbottom attempt to waltz is… enlightening.”

Your eyes flickered toward the dance floor, where Neville stumbled through the steps, his partner guiding him with patient encouragement. A chuckle threatened to escape you, but you merely tilted your head, amused. For a moment, something like the faintest hint of humor glinted in Severus’ dark eyes.

Neither of you spoke further, content in shared silence. No words were needed—simply standing there, away from the noise, was enough.