𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 ━ George Weasley

━ 𝟘𝟚𝟘. 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛' 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠

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╰┈➤ ❝ [𝑇𝑊𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑌] ❞ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
⁺⤾·˚.⃗. [ᴡᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴ' sʜᴏᴇs] 𑁍ࠜೄ ･ﾟˊˎ
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
— Scottish Highlands
( December 1st, 1994. )

                    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 in the assembly hall was thick with anticipation as the students filed in, the usual chatter and laughter replaced by an excited murmur. Professor McGonagall entered with her usual commanding presence, instantly quieting the room.

"The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since its inception," she began, her sharp eyes scanning the room. "On Christmas Eve night, we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for 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."

The boys groaned collectively, slouching in their seats, while the girls buzzed with excitement. The murmurs of excitement only grew louder as the thought of an elegant evening danced in their minds.

McGonagall, ever the disciplinarian, shot them all a steely look. "Silence. Hogwarts has commanded the respect of the wizarding 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."

Fred whispered to George with a grin, trying to stifle his laughter. "Try saying that five times faster," he challenged.

George raised an eyebrow. "You first."

Both of them muttered the tongue-twister under their breath, trying to speed up the words. "Babbling, bumbling band of baboons, babbling, bumbling band of baboons—"

Their antics were interrupted by McGonagall's stern voice. "Silence," she ordered, although there was a brief, almost imperceptible twinkle in her eye.

She continued with the lesson. "Now, to dance is to let the body breathe, inside every girl a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight." She paused dramatically before adding, "Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance. Mr. Weasley, will you join me?"