"Beauxbatons is a great school. Smart people. Driven. Everyone is very polished and put together." Webster raises an arm and twirls Gwen, because it's fun and feels electric to move in sync with one another, but also as if to say, Looky here: a good, fancy Beauxbaton boy.

"But it wasn't right for me."

He spins her back to his body and dips her playfully before breaking back apart. "I mean, I fit in there, but I couldn't really let loose. Or, I couldn't let myself let loose. Gooseberry seems better for that." He laughs at himself, "I mean, you would know better than me. Do you feel like you can be you? Have you found your people here?"

He looks at her and wishes they were done with the masks. "And, it's my fault we didn't talk before. I'll try to be better about it next semester," he says and means it.