The Great Hall filled with enchanted ice sculptures and twinkling fairy lights, casting an ethereal glow. Y/N stood near the punch bowl, ignoring the magnetic pull of Sirius Black's presence across the room. He was leaning against a pillar, laughing with James, his best friend. His eyes would flicker over to Y/N, a mix of curiosity and something else as she bumped into him.
Sirius smirked, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Watch it, Y/L/N. Wouldn't want to make that robe any worse, would you?"
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