𝕭𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖘 || Fred Weasley

31

December snuck up on Cassie. The Black Lake froze over and snow began to fill the grounds and courtyards. Cassie would have gone home for the holidays if it wasn't for her parents who convinced her to stay.

Two weeks before Christmas, Cassie had been delivered a package in the mail. When she opened it in her common room, inside was a beautiful dress.

A few days later, Professor Snape had the fourth-years and up head into the Potions classroom. The desks and cauldrons had been cleared and pushed to the side, leaving the middle of the floor open. The one thing that was there was an old gramophone.

"Sit down, take a seat," Snape ordered.

Cassie sat down, Viola and Addy next to her. Once everyone had been seated, Professor Snape cleared his throat.

"I have gathered you all here this evening to make an important announcement," he said. "The Yule Ball is approaching. For those who do not know what this is, the Yule Ball is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament. The ball is open to fourth years and up, but you may bring a younger student if you wish. Dress robes will be worn and you will all meet in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas Day, finishing at midnight."

There were a few noises of excitement.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure you are all excited, however, I expect each and every one of you to behave accordingly," said Snape sternly. "Now, I was told I am to teach you all how to dance... "

Cassie snickered, imagining Snape dancing.

"Miss Malfoy... come up here."

Cassie panicked, slowly standing up.

"And you, Sloan."

He slowly walked up beside Cassie.

"Now, let me introduce you to Miss Genevieve Danlin," said Snape. A woman with long brown hair appeared.

"These two yeah?" she asked Snape. "Right then. I'm Genevieve Danlin. I was asked to be here so I could teach you how to do the waltz."

There were whispers.

"Are you a witch?" asked a Slytherin boy. "I don't think I've heard the surname Danlin."

She chuckled nervously. "My parents were magical, yes."

"So you're a Squib, aren't you?" asked Cassie. "Like Filch."

There were even more whispers, though Cassie doubted any of them cared that she heard or not.

"Cassie is it?" She nodded. "You will put your hand here... " She placed her hand on Sloan's shoulder. "... and you will put your hands on her waist."

Cassie wasn't nervous to be dancing with Sloan. They were relatively good friends but didn't hang with the same crowd. He usually hung out with the year above them.

"The men leads... "

She began explaining how to dance using Cassie and Sloan as her example. However, Sloan kept missing the beats and Cassie accidentally stepped on his feet a few times.

"No, no, all right, Cassie, go back," said Danlin. "Let me see... "

She grabbed Sloan's hand, ready to dance with him, but he pulled away, a disgusted expression accompanying him.

"I'm not dancing with a filthy Squib. Bad enough we're taking orders from one," said Sloan.

"Yeah, Professor, why did you invite another Squib into Hogwarts?" asked Viola. "This school shouldn't let Squibs work here."