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Isabelle's head was tilted up, an excited smile on her face as party purple sparks rained down every area of the wintery Great Hall.
Matthew O'Malley was one of the seven graduating Ravenclaw students. And he had done an impressive job of creating his own charm.
The purple sparks were the reason behind the sound of the electric slide blasting from every inch of the Great Hall.
Isabelle could not believe her house was actually about to do this.
But every Ravenclaw was ready — Clementine was just the one brave enough to start it.
"It's electric!" She hollered with the music, racing onto the dance floor, the yellows of her dress billowing behind her.
Everyone else from the house of blue and bronze followed her. Any other student who was on the dance floor yelled while quickly leaving it in fear of being trampled by the Ravenclaws who appeared to have gone insane.
The students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were looking around to see if this was a normal occurrence at Hogwarts. Fleur Delacour was flabbergasted as her sixth-year Ravenclaw date, Roger Davies, fled from her side to join the rest of his house on the dance floor.
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Parvati Patil hurried away from their seats to push their way to the front of the crowd to see what was happening. Parvati was the most confused seeing as her twin had told her nothing about this.
Hermione Granger covered her mouth in shock as she recognized the muggle song playing, her lips slowly carving into a grin as she looked at Victor Krum excitedly.
Because no way this was actually happening.
Malfoy yelped, fixing his dress robes as he stumbled away from the dance floor.
Zabini stood on his right, Parkinson next to Zabini. Crabbe and Goyle were looming behind him with Theodore Nott and Daphne Greengrass stood to his left.
They all, of course, shoved any students who tried to take their spots in the front away. Draco wanted to see what bloody hell was happening — have the Ravenclaws gone mad?
His thoughts ran toward his secret admirer yet again: the thing that had been driving him crazy. Her latest letter to him had all but admitted that she was in either Ravenclaw or Slytherin.
Draco scanned through the crowd of Ravenclaws, but he had nothing to go off. No clue as to what she may or may not look like, nothing to let him know if the girl who loved him was somewhere in there.
Then again, she might not even be in that crowd. His secret admirer could be watching just feet away from him.
It drove him mad: and being more observant was not helpful either. He had been analyzing his surroundings to the best of his abilities, but it was useless with not even the slightest bit of a physical description to go off of.
