Yule Ball Harry Potter Novels & Stories

He just smirked at her, then turned and winked at me before vanishing again with a flicker of green light. I blinked at the empty space he’d left behind. Feena shook her head with a sigh. “We’re hosting a little ball,” she said, the excitement back in her tone. “Haven’t done that in ages. Baelorin normally hates events like that—he frowns just hearing the word ‘ball.’ But this time he agreed.” I blinked. “A ball? Like… dancing and gowns and music?” “Exactly that,” she said, practically beaming. “He says it’s to welcome me back home.”

10 ANNALISE The ballroom spun, a dizzying kaleidoscope of swirling skirts and flashing jewels. Duke Rhys and his coven of witches had thrown a bash to celebrate the successful retrieval of a mythical artifact – something about a talking teapot, if memory served. My parents, usually stoic and reserved, were practically waltzing on air. Dad, surprisingly light on his feet, kept twirling Mom around until her laughter echoed through the hall.

he said. Gareth picked himself up and stumbled. “Whoa, I haven’t drunk this much since my days at the Academy. We should go. Next week’s the ball. I expect you all to be there. Even you, Mrs Sanders,” he winked at me. “I’ve never been to a ball,” I smiled once the guys slipped into the house. Kade’s eyes narrowed, and his features darkened. “It’s a room full of some of the most powerful shifters in the world. What’s going to happen when they find out there’s a Hunter in the room?”

"It did nothing." Probably because they were using a common acceptable magic for Nobles, called ‘Umbra’, which I don’t plan on using. Fortunately for all of us, I'm far more skilled at other types of magic. Specifically, the ‘Malefic’, the forbidden kind. "No harm in trying again," I hum, turning. But Hellion halts my step when he tells me to stop. "The Mate Ball…” he starts. “Zuri got something for you when I took her to Torah, before she... It's a dress.”

"You remember that tent from the Triwizard Tournament? The one that looks tiny on the outside but inside it’s like an entire house?" Andy caught the ball and grinned. "You want me to Harry Potter us a tent?" I shrugged, folding the shirt and adding it to a stack. "I mean... can you?" He pushed himself to his feet, brushing invisible dust from his jeans. "Please. Amateur hour. I could do better than that with my eyes closed." Simon arched an eyebrow from across the room. "Be careful. She’s going to hold you to that." I smirked. "Absolutely I will."

In its center, standing proudly, was a big 'H' with a raven, a badger, a lion and a serpent beside each leg of the 'H". Four bright white light spots appeared in the middle of the magic circle, and started to solidify. Just a few seconds later, the white light starts to rapidly fade together with the dark blue magic circle, leaving in its place four people. One grinning man, and three grinning women. The entirety of the Great Hall was in silence. There, appearing after the light show stopped, was one the most handsome men and three of the most beautiful women they have ever seen, at least in the opinion of most of the girls/women and boys/men respectively. Even the muggle-raised and mugglebo

I responded without giving it much thought; I exited the castle and saw that everyone was already making preparations; in fact, they were building the venue for the ball. The enormous ballroom will be held in our pack, the Blood Pearl Pack, because our pack is the giant pack in the history of the werewolf world, and it is something that doesn’t even phase me in the least. I’m simply awaiting Hermione at this point. She is with their flock right now.

The North is dull, so the ball, which is only conducted for special reasons, is the only time when the castle would feel alive. This is much more than what wolves usually do like the Mating Ball because a vampire’s ball is much more ancient and traditional compared to the balls wolves held which transforms over time. Miranda said that the last time a ball was held in the North was a couple of decades ago. To which I mumbled, ‘Wow, I haven’t even been born yet at the time.’ Miranda smiled with what I said and even tried to hold back her laughs. Preparations were made all throughout the week. I managed to hang on with the twins help, Sebastian’s critical remarks, Miranda's strict lectures, and

Zayn hadn't seen me in it and he wasn't about to until the ball night. The castle boomed with life. People from all the walks of life occupying the corridors. All of them doing their duty and making sure the ball room would look out of this world. And when I visited it the morning before the ball, my jaw was on the floor. The work that had been done was perfect. Simple perfection. The theme of the ball was 'the touch of darkness', mysterious and luxurious the ball awaited for its guests.

Unfortunately, Harper knew Saint wouldn't return, or else he hadn't left in the first place. Harper blinked away a few salty tears. She didn't even understand why Saint had escaped through the balcony. Was he tired of being stuck inside her room all day? Probably. Harper put on some clothes in silence and wandered toward the kitchen. Excitement buzzed in the entire castle. The servants hung up banners, glitters, and other festive stuff for tonight's ball. Harper passed them with a smile, stopping when she caught Penny arranging a corner with silver balloons bought from the human realm.