".. has been a tradition of the-" filch struggles to set up the music player, "-triwizard tournament.. since its inception. on christmas eve night, we and our guests.. gather in the great hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity. as representatives of the host school i expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward. and i mean this literally because.. the yule ball is, first and foremost.. a dance"
you and hermione glance at each other excitedly.
"oooh hermione can i please please please sew our dresses!!"
hermione's lips form an 'o'.
you had been practicing to sew for years now and you could say confidently that you were pretty good and making two beautiful dresses would be both a challenge and super exciting.
she nodded with a grin, you cheered silently.
the girls were chatting excitedly while the boys were moaning and groaning.
"silence! the house of godric gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. i will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons"
you snort, covering your face as a few stares directed your way.
"now, to dance.. is to let the body breathe. in every girl, a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight. inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance. mr. weasley"
you perk up.
"yes?"
"will you join me, please?"
they both walk up, mcgonagall hold her hands out, "now, put your right hand on my waist"
