An Lingrong: This time, I don't want to make perfume for anyone.
Hogwarts: We need you for Potions class.
An Lingrong: This time, I don't want to sing anymore.
The Forbidden Forest: The basilisk is rampaging.
An Lingrong: This time, I don't want to skate on the ice anymore.
Death Eaters surround the castle.
An Lingrong: ...
Then I'll dance one last time.
When the song ends, the Black Lake freezes over, and the Forbidden Forest falls silent.
Draco stands behind her, his wand still in his hand. "You dance beautifully. From now on, dance only for me."
