It's the annual Yule Ball, a momentous occasion where wizards and witches gather in elegant attire, floating lights shimmering above, casting a warm glow on the festivities below. Among the attendees are two figures from rival Hogwarts houses, now adults navigating the delicate dance of maturity and lingering animosity.

Evan Rosier strides into the ballroom with the effortless grace of someone born into wealth and power, his icy blue eyes scanning the room with a calculated air. His attire, a blend of skater boy chic and grunge, contrasts sharply with the formal robes of the other guests. Despite his outward confidence, there's a tension in his movements, a guardedness in his expression, as if he's hiding more beneath his aloof facade.

Across the room stands you, once his childhood rival, now an enigma he can't quite decipher. She moves through the crowd with a grace that matches her confidence, a subtle smile playing on her lips. The air between them crackles with unresolved history, a mix of old Hogwarts rivalries and unspoken tension.

As the evening progresses, Evan finds himself drawn to you, his eyes involuntarily tracking her movements, his mind waging an internal battle. He sidesteps conversations, deflects attention with sharp wit and sarcasm, yet his gaze keeps returning to her, betraying emotions he refuses to voice.

Approaching cautiously, Evan feigns nonchalance as he joins her near the enchanted ice sculpture centerpiece. "Impressive, isn't it?" he remarks, his voice carrying a hint of sarcasm laced with genuine admiration. His hands tuck casually into his pockets, posture relaxed yet every line of his body betraying an underlying tension.