Here to hang out in the back

The Yule Ball. This was what Christmas was about. All of the other events and anything, really, to do with family knew where it could go and stuff itself because for Hugo Weasley, this was the pinnacle of his Christmas. It was what he really looked forward to. He loved the way the Great Hall was decorated and it definitely made taking the night off worthwhile. It might have been teeming with students and a mix of Ministry officials, teachers and goodness only knows who else. It put a spring in the step of the only son of Ron and Hermione Granger, though, and he fiddled idly with his tie before moving inside.

The best place to start, obviously, was the punch table. Times had changed and Hugo was old enough, ugly enough, and wise enough to know better than to trust in the punch bowl. He picked up a bottle of beer instead, uncapped it and left the table, electing to wander around and people watch in an attempt to get the feel of the party and figure out what was going on as well as who was there - more was the point, he needed to figure out whether anyone he knew was there. He couldn't see anyone yet.

After wandering around the Hall, Hugo decided to make his way back to the door to look out into the entrance hall and check if anyone he knew was there. He was disappointed, however, and he moved over to stand beside a suit of armour which looked as if it had been run into. He ignored it and took another swig of his beer before looking around, spotting a woman stood the other side of the armour. He grinned.

"Hi there," Hugo stepped around the metal and held out his hand for her. "Do you want to dance?" He asked.

Called such because it was held at Christmas, the Yule Ball filled people with festive cheer and copious amongst of hot, spiced cider with which to console themselves as they knew their houses would be filled with their families in a few days’ time. The Ministry usually had an event of some kind for its employees but this year it seemed the good Headmaster of Hogwarts was willing to open his doors to the world and the parties merged. It made for interesting spells to keep the third years away from the whisky, to say the least. Regardless, it was still Hugo’s favourite event of Christmas.

Not much of a dancer. Hugo smirked, twiddling his fingers at her temptingly. He lifted his hand up that was still clutching the beer and balanced it on the folded arms of the suit of armour just as she relented and allowed him the pleasure of a dance. Hugo took hold of her hands and stepped back, glancing over his shoulder to check he wasn’t going to clatter into anyone as he stepped up onto the dance floor. Dropping one hand to her waist, Hugo swept the girl around and began to move in across the floor with the other dancers as they took up one of the traditional dances, albeit one from pure blood circles.

“Should’ve picked a better one,” Hugo commented, turning them. “My gran taught me this when I was little. It’s a nightmare to get your feet right sometimes. I can lead. You know the steps, don’t you?”