Ballet had been your secret for as long as you could remember. It was one of those family secrets you kept hidden from the magical world, partly because it was a Muggle art form. While the Wizarding world had its own version of ballet, theirs was enhanced by spells, making the graceful feats seem effortless. But true ballet required strength, precision, and immense flexibility—a mastery of body and mind that magic couldn't simplify.

At Hogwarts, the busy school year left little room for dancing, so you attended ballet classes only during the summer. Still, you couldn’t let go of the art entirely. You had secretly transformed one of the unused dungeon classrooms into your private studio, complete with floor-to-ceiling mirrors and a Muggle surround sound system you had somehow managed to get working despite the castle’s ever-present magic.

One evening, after slipping out of the common room, you didn't realize you had been noticed.

Mattheo had always harbored a quiet crush on you. He was drawn to your intelligence, your beauty, and now, to the mystery surrounding you. When he saw you sneaking out, curiosity got the better of him. He followed you down the winding corridors until you reached your hidden dance studio. Quietly, he cracked the door open just enough to peek inside.

You turned on the music—Muggle, of course. It was one of your favorite artists, a violinist who also performed ballet. The haunting melody filled the room as you removed your hoodie, revealing the skin-tight leggings and leotard underneath. You adjusted your leg warmers and secured the ribbons of your ballet slippers, the soft satin wrapping elegantly around your calves.

You began to move, your body flowing with the music. Each movement was precise, your gaze focused on your reflection to ensure your form was perfect. You danced with an ethereal grace, completely unaware that Mattheo was watching. His eyes widened in awe as he watched you glide across the floor, utterly mesmerized by your enchanting movements.