At the Slytherin table, Sylvia finally raised her head from the remains of her roast potato. The blush had yet to leave her cheeks. She cleared her throat, trying to sound normal.
"So when were you... you know... going to ask?"
Will thought for a moment. "Probably... before the ball starts?"
Sylvia's eyes widened. "Aren't you afraid someone else will ask me first?"
Will raised an eyebrow. "Would you say yes?"
Sylvia opened her mouth, but in the end, nothing came out.
Because she wouldn't.
Will chuckled at her embarrassment and went back to his dinner.
"You," Sylvia said through gritted teeth, "make me want to hit you with the Cruciatus Curse twice."
"If you want to, I don't mind." Will had barely finished speaking when pain shot through his waist.
Will grimaced. Sylvia gave a little huff. "I'm going to find Luna. We need to make sure that silly girl chooses someone decent."
In the distance, Hannah, who had been watching the show, slapped her forehead. Will really knew what he was doing.
Will just smiled and headed upstairs. He wanted to check on the Felix Felicis. He also needed to put more work into Transfiguration and Dark Magic this year and build up his experience.
The sea of learning has no shore, and hard work is the only boat, Will sighed to himself. Such was the plight of an ordinary wizard.
Austria. A tower stood in the bitter wind.
An aged, cheerful voice rang out from the room at its top. "Albus, have you come to invite me for Christmas?"
"Gellert." Dumbledore pushed open the door and entered. "I'm afraid I must spend Christmas at Hogwarts."
"What a shame. I thought you'd come to invite me." It was bitterly cold inside the Tower, yet Grindelwald sat on