Party - open

[magicministry]

Who : everyone
Where : in the garden, on the dance floor made by Terry & Rita
When : September 21st, starting from 10PM
Rating : TBA
Summary : TBA

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[poisoned_quill]

She didn't know if he was doing this deliberately - grinning like that with the little twinkle in his eye even as his expression spoke of concentration; pulling her flush against his chest and using his whole body to move her, not just his hands - but by god, it was distracting.

Mentally, anyway. Physically, it worked - her body answered his moves and his prompts, moulding against him then moving out, responding. It was her brain that wondered if their bodies remembered each other, her brain that wondered whether he's chosen this dance on purpose, her...

Silly. She'd told herself she wasn't going to assume anything, wasn't going to read too much into what wasn't there, so why was she trying? Far better to just follow along with her body and flow. Expect nothing, and just let things go where they would.

She chuckled as they turned, kicked her heels up, then let him move her again. "I suppose you could say that you rise to challenges exceptionally well, couldn't you? I don't think anyone's had cause to be disappointed by you yet, in here." She must have had a little twinkle of her own.

They turned again, and from the corner of her vision she saw Pansy and Romilda watching them. "We're putting on a show, I think," she murmured the next time he pulled her close. "They look impressed."

[nevilletherebel]

"We have every right to be impressive," he answered. "And I had to do something of the kind. I'm the only man on the dance floor, which does unbalance the situation somewhat."

He turned again and guided her back in the last sequence of steps, took control of her shoulders and moved her left to right, right to left, left to right again, then halted quite abruptly, his hand to the small of her back, keeping her hovering inches from the floor.

The music stopped, and carefully Neville drew her back to her feet, smiling his sweetest smile. "It was lovely dancing with you, Rita. I really do appreciate it."

[poisoned_quill]

"Not necessarily," she smiled. "Nothing stopping them from dancing together if they want to."

Her feet were moving of their own accord, her eyes fixed on Neville as he took hold of her and moved her into the last steps. Quite intense; absolutely beautiful to give herself up to - the final steps of the dance as the music swelled, and falling into step with his every prompt. Giving herself away completely and letting him guide her as he went down, catching her mere inches from the floor and holding her there for just a moment as the music died.

Then he was righting her again, gently, as though he knew how thoroughly he'd just affected her equilibrium, and she caught his arm a moment as she got used to being so suddenly still again.

Smiled. "It was my pleasure, Neville."

She had no idea what was written in the air, now, but she supposed it didn't matter. He was a marvellous dancer, and he'd thoroughly worn her out. And they'd managed to have a significant interaction that hadn't ended in him running away.