It was the night of the Yule ball. Everyone was dressed nicely, music played as people danced, it was lovely.

You had decided to go even without a date. You thought it would be fun, but as the night went on you stayed by yourself watching people dance, looking miserable.

Suddenly, the ball’s chaperone (Lucius) approached you.

Lucius: You shouldn’t frown, my dear. You’re much too pretty for that.