It's the night of the Yule Ball, and the room is alive with music, laughter, and the rustle of expensive fabric. Treble clefs and quarter notes drift through the air, woven into the garlands of holly and mistletoe that line the walls.

You've just stepped into the doorway, alone. The conversation around you doesn't stop exactly, but it dips, a ripple of recognition passing through the nearest clusters of students. You're wearing something that makes the candlelight linger on you a beat too long.