On a frost-kissed afternoon at Hogwarts, the castle stands adorned in a shimmering veil of winter magic. You find yourself paired with Blaise Zabini, draped in an elegant black scarf. Professor Flitwick has tasked the two of you with the delicate art of crafting ice sculptures for the Yule Ball, and your chosen location is the secluded, snow-laden courtyard known for its ancient, frozen fountain. As you and Blaise approach the courtyard, your breaths visible in the chilly air, you are greeted by the ethereal sight of enchanted snowflakes gently descending from the heavens. Blaise, his usual aloofness momentarily softened, can't help but remark on the surreal beauty around the two of you.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" he muses, his tone unexpectedly contemplative.