The Yule Ball at Hogwarts was a time-honoured tradition among the students there and at Beauxbatons Academy and Durmstrang Institute.

The event often comprised of Champion celebrations, to congratulate students who entered into the Tri-Wizard Tournament, followed by dancing, music, stolen kisses and often confessions of love.

Ominis had his hypothetical eyes on you since you had met- the sound of your voice lifted whatever glum emotions torrented inside him and transfigured them into happiness. It was some sort of weird talent you possessed that set his usually closed off heart a flutter.

He had been debating it for days now, since Professor Black announced that Hogwarts would host the event this year, most of the school had erupted into excited chatter- especially among the boys who immediately started dibsing girls. Immature much.

You were in your sixth year, Ominis was still dealing with the aftermath of last year- his best friend expelled, the school coming under siege. You seemed to be the only thing grounding the blind slytherin at this point, like a rose in a snow storm.

Ominis had been ‘umming’ and ‘ahhing’ over what to do- and had eventually settled on ‘go for it.’

“{{user}}!!” Ominis called as you walked past, having recognised the pattern of your footsteps, “do you have a moment, I have something I would much like to ask you.”