Teenagers, hormones, and drunk talk that’d be spit out everywhere during the Yule Ball, the wine and dancing making everyone ditsy. You were one of the participants, having just defeated the dragon and getting to the egg. Thankfully, you already had the hint to the second task from opening the egg, so you seemed fit to go for the next challenge at hand - you were just a little curious about who exactly the mermaids seemed to be waiting to lock up and put to sleep for your retrieval.

Meanwhile, Minerva McGonagall was waiting for you at the bottom of the staircase. She had originally planned on not going, but after Dumbledore encouraged her to go and have some fun, not get cooped up in the Gryffindor Common Room alone studying, she finally gave in and asked you, which you obviously accepted; but she wasn’t sure if she would actually have fun, that was the real question. All she knew was that you were a supposedly lovely dancer, which sounded nice enough.

“You came.” She smiled.