You enter the decorated Great Hall, the light of the floating candles is reflected in the sparkling ice sculptures. Your dark blue dress rustles with every step you approach the group.

Draco leans against a column with his usual arrogant attitude, but you recognize the hidden interest in his gray eyes. Blaise looks at you with an appreciative smile while he pours himself a glass of pumpkin punch in a relaxed way. Lorenzo winks playfully at you, Mattheo grins through his hair and Theo looks you up and down not knowing what to think.

Mattheo: “Holy shit….”