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❤︎𝓜𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽❤︎

Concealed within the velvety embrace of a dimly lit corner, I sought refuge from the tumultuous soirée unfolding before me. In this moment, the allure of dance eluded me, as did the veneer of polite pleasantries that adorned the faces of these imaginary purebloods—those illustrious witches and wizards of esteemed lineage—who had converged upon the grand hall of Malfoy Manor for this opulent ball. The air hung heavy, thick with the mingling perfumes that intertwined, enveloping my senses in a suffocating embrace. Escape was imperative, a pressing need that coursed through my veins. Thus, with measured steps, cautious not to falter upon my towering heels, I navigated through the throngs of chatter, seeking solace beyond the threshold of shimmering chandeliers.

Finally, I stood upon the obscurity-draped porch of the majestic estate, a sanctuary embraced by the gentle caress of the night. The darkness was my confidant, and I greedily imbibed the cool, ethereal breath of the moonlit air, as if each inhalation offered respite for my restless spirit.

"I see I have found a kindred soul in my pursuit of sanctuary away from the whirlwind of dancers."

Graced with a mischievous grin, I turned towards the source of that steady, indomitable aura—the ever-present wizard by my side.

"Indeed. This time, you did not startle," He remarked.

"You did not set out to instill fear within me; otherwise, you would have concealed your aura, Professor," I countered, my voice laced with a subtle daring, yet acutely aware of his restrained power.

"Ordinarily, a single glance from me suffices to startle, perhaps even intimidate," he mused.

Returning my gaze to the splendor of the star-studded heavens, I shook my head, my flowing tresses grazing my shoulder in a dance of their own.

"I have never harbored fear towards you, though do not misconstrue my words. Respect has always graced our interactions, as it does now," I elucidated.

"Why so?" he inquired, his voice bearing the weight of indifference, yet infused with a subtle hint of intrigue.

"Why should I fear? I have discerned no reason to succumb to such trepidation, both then and now," I responded, my voice laced with an unwavering resolve.

"You are peculiar," he remarked, his words colored with a tinge of perplexity.

An uncontrollable giggle bubbled forth from within me, for in matters of interpersonal relations, my professor remained a cipher.

"Thank you, I suppose?" I mused, relishing in the peculiarity that set me apart.

"You possess an intriguing sense of humor. Most would perceive my words as an insult, yet you extend gratitude," he pondered.

"After all, being deemed peculiar is an improvement upon being labeled an irksome brat. Or should I consider it an affront?" I retorted, a playful glint illuminating my gaze.

His ebony eyes bore into mine, a silent exchange that transcended the confines of spoken language. In those fleeting moments, nothing else existed save for the infinite depths of those mesmerizing obsidian orbs, concealing a myriad of enigmatic secrets.

"Perceive it as you will," he eventually conceded, his voice an understated murmur.

The soft strains of the Kaiser Waltz drifted through the air, a melodic sigh that resonated within my soul. Such was my adoration for the music that I exhaled a soft, wistful sigh.