"Oh Carmella, Carmella--" Myron shook his head, as the song ended. Brilliant beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead by now, glistening in his unruly hair as well. But of course, every muscle, every fibre of his being was enjoying the hyperactivity of concert frenzy-- sometimes he felt like he could go on like this forever and become a perpetuum mobile of a kind, never to burn out. It intoxicated him, this feeling. But even more, the thought of the next song to be performed before such a great audience was intoxicating him far beyond the comprehensible.
"And now," he continued, settling as per usual at the edge of the stage, legs dangling downards, "our next song." Myron paused, before looking up at the hidden someone in the middle of the audience. Someone beautiful, far too beautiful- like a sad angel he did not really deserve. As their gazes locked, Myron smiled almost shyly and closed his eyes for a few moments. "I dedicate this song to you, my dear friend," he then said, before starting.
It was somewhat annoying how the crowd kept growing, even as late as it was. True, the more arrivals, the more money raised for the education fund, but Severus did not like crowds in general, noisy crowds more specifically
( ... )
Ginny hardly considered herself attached to Harry; the proof was in her search for him for the better part of the evening. Where had be gone off to? It appeared useless to search for him because every time she tried, someone new begged her attention. And of course now wasn't very different.
Her hands nearly flew to her hips, like she had seen her mother do so many times. When ever someone received a lecture, Molly Weasley's hands flew to their hips. Ginny couldn't help connecting the two actions.
But she thought better of it (just in time!) and realized that Severus would probably never be okay with Harry, and she should expect comments like this. After all, you couldn't teach a new dog old tricks, could you?
Shaking her head, she answered, "Harry doesn't control me, Professor. As such, I don't see the harm in a dance; you're not likely to try and pick me up, now are you?"
"Hardly," he agreed sardonically, offering his arm and leading the way to the dance floor. It then occurred to him that his ready acquiescence might come off as an insult, so he attempted to back-track, and quickly.
"Not that you aren't a perfectly attractive and intelligent young woman. You just happen to be far too young, have too many older-brothers with whom I would not care to do battle, and I have enough issues with Our Saviour without adding stealing his girlfriend to the lot."
Besides which, she was completely not his 'type', even though he'd never known he had a 'type' until recently. His eyes scanned the crowd over her head, searching for a familiar mane of sandy-brown hair without success.
He turned to face her and collected her hand. The music wasn't well-suited for the very formal style of dancing he had been taught, but he had enough innate grace and sense of rhythm to be able to adapt his steps to the beat of the song.
Myron was trembling. Too much. Far too much- he thought he would be sick at some point, as he finished the song with one last 'oh yeah'. Oh how he wished he was in his house, where he could collapse on the bed and disappear from this world forever. Why me, why you, why here, why now? Even though it had been a few months since he had written that piece, in those cold autumn days that he had spent completely locked up, unshaved, and forgotten- he still felt like the song was relevant. Even if he was not scared anymore. Even as he was prepared to fight for his love now.
"So there we go- my cute little new song," he smiled, bowing before the audience. And as he felt that it would be better to just not pause for any longer, he threw his hands aside theatrically and announced the next song:
"And now the ages old favourites, starting with... Babies!"- with this the familiar guitar riffs set the crowd going in a dance.
Much as he kept to his duty and helped Minerva play 'host' - which meant dancing frequently so as to not leave anyone feeling 'left out' - Severus also habitually watched the crowd.
He'd watched the pretentious nonchalance of Malone, behaving as though he neither wished nor expected to be recognised, all the while moving here and there throughout the room to strike a pose in the ever-changing dramatic lighting.
Then there was the predictable glad-handing of Lucius and Narcissa, carefully working the crowd, avoiding those (like the Weasleys) by whom they would be ill-received, while deliberately mingling with, chatting with, and dancing with almost anyone and everyone else. Severus had even had his obligatory dance with Narcissa, though they spoke pleasantly of Draco, so it was not at all odious
( ... )
Millicent saw Professor Snape as she moved through the crowds to the side of the dance floor and greeted him with her most pleasant non-committal social expression; right up until he inquired about children
( ... )
Severus offered a dry snort of amusement. His present anger over personal concerns added weight to his words, making pretense all but unnecessary.
"Of course I do not disagree," he replied. "Do you honestly think I would be here, in this position, if it did not confer such advantages to me?"
Brows furrowed as he glanced about the room, the haves and the have-nots, all pretending to be celebrating a war that hadn't yet ended and a unity that might not ever occur.
"Some have power and financial clout to add weight to their influence," he said with a nod of acknowledgment toward herself. "The rest of us must shift for ourselves and rely on our wits to find opportunity to make our voices heard in more subtle venues."
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The string of old and well-known songs continued for the next twenty minutes. The set was comprised of the likes of Joyriders, Acrylic Afternoons, Happy Endings, and David's Last Summer. The audience seemed to receive the songs with familiar fervour, as they all were very liked, which at last set Myron at ease. Nobody was going to hate him. Or at least he hoped nobody would. By the end of the set, he felt like the world belonged to him only all over again.
"Thank you!" he exclaimed as the latest song was finished. "Thank you for your attention, for your support, for your love. We love you!" Myron was smiling. "This is a happy day- truly a Victory Day. Let us enjoy it and never forget how hard it was to achieve it. Thank you and we love you!"
And with one last breath caught, he announced the closing song to be performed: "I Love Life!"
Remus Lupin was a social creature, but only in small doses and this evening's dose was just about over. He'd enjoyed seeing his friends and dancing with them. But, he would be glad to get back to his quarters, kick off his shoes, throw on an old pair of denims and relax with the book on seventh century defense techniques he was currently reading.
Stepping off the dance floor once more, a flash of red hair caught his attention and he paused to speak with a familiar face before retreating to the shadows until the end of the evening.
"Molly! How lovely to see you. Is Arthur with you?"
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It took Molly a minute to recognize who was calling to her as she had been making her way towards the refreshments to grab something for her and Arthur, but she quickly turned around to greet Remus.
"It's nice to see you as well Remus. And yes, Arthur's here, though he could stand to be a better date. I think he's spent more time with other people than he has with me."
She looked over to where Arthur was sitting before turning her attention back to Remus and continuing.
"I have to have a serious talk with him one of these days, I think. It's quite all right if he wants to visit with others, but it'd be nice if he remembered I was around as well."
Remus caught the hint of irritation in the red-headed woman's tone as she pointed out her husband and smiled warmly at her.
"Well, Arthur's loss appears to be completely my gain. I was just thinking I needed to find a charming conversational companion to dance with -- and here you are!"
Offering an arm with a wink and a bow, he motioned with his other hand toward the dance floor.
"Allow me to steal you from your husband for a dance?"
Molly had been impressed with the projection of memories of Albus that had been donated to the school, and thought that whoever it had been donated by did a wonderful job of portraying the beloved Headmaster through memories. She glanced over at her husband, who was looking out over the dance floor and frowned.
Overall, she was having a good time, even if the Weird Sisters weren't her favorite music group, as she preferred listening to Celestina Warbeck over some of the more popular bands. She would be having an even better time if she and her husband were spending more time out on the dance floor instead of watching the festivities, but they had danced some of the slower songs, and they weren't as young as they once were.
After having danced with her daughter, and then with Mrs Morsus, not to mention his other several partners throughout the evening, by the time he saw Molly Weasley sitting with her husband near the dance floor, Severus was quite ready to call it a night. Discovering Remus to have a dinner-date with Nymphadora Tonks later in the week had been a bitter blow, from which he had not remotely recovered.
Nonetheless, he'd had a lifetime of practise in concealing his disappointments and stifling his own emotions.
He was glad to find an intelligent conversationalist among those presently sitting out the dance, and he approached the table with a small amount of trepidation.
"Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley," he greeted with a polite nod. "I hope you are spending a pleasant evening?"
Molly had been comtemplating various ways to get her husband to engage in the festivities with her and was getting ready to act on one idea when Severus came over to where they were sitting, startling her slightly. She turned to greet him, offering him a smile.
"Oh yes, we're having a lovely time, for the most part anyhow. Would you like to join us?"
Severus had not been having a 'lovely' time, at all. However, he had been dancing a great deal - mostly to keep the Headmistress from harping at him, and to keep from having to pay attention to Remus' dancing partners - but this in no way implied he was deriving any pleasure from the activity.
Fortunately for him, he was quite adept at concealing his own various miseries under a continual mask of implacable calm.
"I would, indeed, Mrs Weasley," he said, offering a slight nod of his head. "Unless you are inclined to dance? The Professors have been charged with 'hosting' duties this evening, as you may well imagine. It would not do for me to sit idle if you are wishing to join in the festivities."
The evening was winding to a close, early, perhaps, it was true, but the concert was over and the dancers had been trickling out of the Great Hall and onto the lawns to make their way home over the last half hour. Severus had not shaken the ill-humour caused by Nymphadora Tonks for the rest of the evening, though he'd made a passing effort at concealing it when in company with other dance partners.
Watching Remus dance with the scantily clad bint had NOT improved his frame of mind!
He'd avoided the werewolf throughout the evening, skillfully making sure he was on the far side of the crowded room from the other man whenever he was not dancing. There was no way he wanted any discussion between himself and Remus to end up as filler in the various gossip rags
( ... )
The usual restlessness of his monthly changes was only just beginning for this cycle, leaving Remus enough himself to feel drained by the end of the night. He was ready to carry out his earlier thought to retire to his quarters with a book. But, he'd promised Filius his help in pulling down the ivy from the walls and ceiling. Pomona wanted it saved for her first years' greenhouse. So, they could not take the easy way out and vanish it.
Concentrating on the vines hanging down along one wall, he was slightly surprised to hear Severus' monotone accusation from beside him.
Date? Surely Severus didn't really think he'd do that to him? Remus didn't want to date anyone. He wanted Severus to fall in love with him.
"If that's what she told you," he replied quietly, tugging on another vine, "she's mistaken. I did arrange to have dinner with her at the Leaky on Tuesday. But, as friends only. I haven't spoken to 'Dora in months and it will be nice to catch up."
Severus had worked on this mood all evening, and was in no humour to be placated by Remus' usual brand of rational discussion. He was in a fine sulk and was not about to be reasoned out of it.
"Indeed? Why, then, is she 'really quite nervous about it'? Because, one does not easily walk away from three years' history, it would seem."
He did not sneer, nor did he raise his voice, but his displeasure betrayed itself in the silken hiss of words spoken with rigid self-restraint.
"Trolloping about, more than half naked - honestly, Lupin, you don't think it was an accident she dressed like that only days before your eagerly awaited date? Just out of curiosity, when was I to learn of this planned excursion - or was it meant to be a secret? What Severus doesn't know won't hurt him?"
"What are you on about?" Remus paused in his own work to stare at Severus. "'Really quite nervous'? I don't have the faintest idea why she'd be nervous. It's dinner and a butterbeer at The Leaky Cauldron."
A knot of guilt and worry began to form in the pit of Remus' stomach. Had 'Dora actually said that to Severus? Of course it had been easier for Remus. He was the one who had been less emotionally invested in the relationship to begin with. But, surely she wasn't still waiting for him to...No, it had been months since they talked. He'd have heard from her before now if that was true.
"Severus, please. None of this is designed to hurt you. I wouldn't do that. I couldn't. Three years' history was mostly spent with me in the packs and her in the field. There's a good chance I saw you more often than I did 'Dora. I promise you if there is anything more to this dinner than two friends catching up after not speaking for more than six months, it's in her head and her head alone
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"And now," he continued, settling as per usual at the edge of the stage, legs dangling downards, "our next song." Myron paused, before looking up at the hidden someone in the middle of the audience. Someone beautiful, far too beautiful- like a sad angel he did not really deserve. As their gazes locked, Myron smiled almost shyly and closed his eyes for a few moments. "I dedicate this song to you, my dear friend," he then said, before starting.
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Her hands nearly flew to her hips, like she had seen her mother do so many times. When ever someone received a lecture, Molly Weasley's hands flew to their hips. Ginny couldn't help connecting the two actions.
But she thought better of it (just in time!) and realized that Severus would probably never be okay with Harry, and she should expect comments like this. After all, you couldn't teach a new dog old tricks, could you?
Shaking her head, she answered, "Harry doesn't control me, Professor. As such, I don't see the harm in a dance; you're not likely to try and pick me up, now are you?"
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"Hardly," he agreed sardonically, offering his arm and leading the way to the dance floor. It then occurred to him that his ready acquiescence might come off as an insult, so he attempted to back-track, and quickly.
"Not that you aren't a perfectly attractive and intelligent young woman. You just happen to be far too young, have too many older-brothers with whom I would not care to do battle, and I have enough issues with Our Saviour without adding stealing his girlfriend to the lot."
Besides which, she was completely not his 'type', even though he'd never known he had a 'type' until recently. His eyes scanned the crowd over her head, searching for a familiar mane of sandy-brown hair without success.
He turned to face her and collected her hand. The music wasn't well-suited for the very formal style of dancing he had been taught, but he had enough innate grace and sense of rhythm to be able to adapt his steps to the beat of the song.
"Are you enjoying yourself this evening?"
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"So there we go- my cute little new song," he smiled, bowing before the audience. And as he felt that it would be better to just not pause for any longer, he threw his hands aside theatrically and announced the next song:
"And now the ages old favourites, starting with... Babies!"- with this the familiar guitar riffs set the crowd going in a dance.
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He'd watched the pretentious nonchalance of Malone, behaving as though he neither wished nor expected to be recognised, all the while moving here and there throughout the room to strike a pose in the ever-changing dramatic lighting.
Then there was the predictable glad-handing of Lucius and Narcissa, carefully working the crowd, avoiding those (like the Weasleys) by whom they would be ill-received, while deliberately mingling with, chatting with, and dancing with almost anyone and everyone else. Severus had even had his obligatory dance with Narcissa, though they spoke pleasantly of Draco, so it was not at all odious ( ... )
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"Of course I do not disagree," he replied. "Do you honestly think I would be here, in this position, if it did not confer such advantages to me?"
Brows furrowed as he glanced about the room, the haves and the have-nots, all pretending to be celebrating a war that hadn't yet ended and a unity that might not ever occur.
"Some have power and financial clout to add weight to their influence," he said with a nod of acknowledgment toward herself. "The rest of us must shift for ourselves and rely on our wits to find opportunity to make our voices heard in more subtle venues."
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"Thank you!" he exclaimed as the latest song was finished. "Thank you for your attention, for your support, for your love. We love you!" Myron was smiling. "This is a happy day- truly a Victory Day. Let us enjoy it and never forget how hard it was to achieve it. Thank you and we love you!"
And with one last breath caught, he announced the closing song to be performed: "I Love Life!"
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Stepping off the dance floor once more, a flash of red hair caught his attention and he paused to speak with a familiar face before retreating to the shadows until the end of the evening.
"Molly! How lovely to see you. Is Arthur with you?"
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"It's nice to see you as well Remus. And yes, Arthur's here, though he could stand to be a better date. I think he's spent more time with other people than he has with me."
She looked over to where Arthur was sitting before turning her attention back to Remus and continuing.
"I have to have a serious talk with him one of these days, I think. It's quite all right if he wants to visit with others, but it'd be nice if he remembered I was around as well."
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"Well, Arthur's loss appears to be completely my gain. I was just thinking I needed to find a charming conversational companion to dance with -- and here you are!"
Offering an arm with a wink and a bow, he motioned with his other hand toward the dance floor.
"Allow me to steal you from your husband for a dance?"
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Overall, she was having a good time, even if the Weird Sisters weren't her favorite music group, as she preferred listening to Celestina Warbeck over some of the more popular bands. She would be having an even better time if she and her husband were spending more time out on the dance floor instead of watching the festivities, but they had danced some of the slower songs, and they weren't as young as they once were.
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Nonetheless, he'd had a lifetime of practise in concealing his disappointments and stifling his own emotions.
He was glad to find an intelligent conversationalist among those presently sitting out the dance, and he approached the table with a small amount of trepidation.
"Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley," he greeted with a polite nod. "I hope you are spending a pleasant evening?"
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"Oh yes, we're having a lovely time, for the most part anyhow. Would you like to join us?"
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Fortunately for him, he was quite adept at concealing his own various miseries under a continual mask of implacable calm.
"I would, indeed, Mrs Weasley," he said, offering a slight nod of his head. "Unless you are inclined to dance? The Professors have been charged with 'hosting' duties this evening, as you may well imagine. It would not do for me to sit idle if you are wishing to join in the festivities."
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Watching Remus dance with the scantily clad bint had NOT improved his frame of mind!
He'd avoided the werewolf throughout the evening, skillfully making sure he was on the far side of the crowded room from the other man whenever he was not dancing. There was no way he wanted any discussion between himself and Remus to end up as filler in the various gossip rags ( ... )
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Concentrating on the vines hanging down along one wall, he was slightly surprised to hear Severus' monotone accusation from beside him.
Date? Surely Severus didn't really think he'd do that to him? Remus didn't want to date anyone. He wanted Severus to fall in love with him.
"If that's what she told you," he replied quietly, tugging on another vine, "she's mistaken. I did arrange to have dinner with her at the Leaky on Tuesday. But, as friends only. I haven't spoken to 'Dora in months and it will be nice to catch up."
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"Indeed? Why, then, is she 'really quite nervous about it'? Because, one does not easily walk away from three years' history, it would seem."
He did not sneer, nor did he raise his voice, but his displeasure betrayed itself in the silken hiss of words spoken with rigid self-restraint.
"Trolloping about, more than half naked - honestly, Lupin, you don't think it was an accident she dressed like that only days before your eagerly awaited date? Just out of curiosity, when was I to learn of this planned excursion - or was it meant to be a secret? What Severus doesn't know won't hurt him?"
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A knot of guilt and worry began to form in the pit of Remus' stomach. Had 'Dora actually said that to Severus? Of course it had been easier for Remus. He was the one who had been less emotionally invested in the relationship to begin with. But, surely she wasn't still waiting for him to...No, it had been months since they talked. He'd have heard from her before now if that was true.
"Severus, please. None of this is designed to hurt you. I wouldn't do that. I couldn't. Three years' history was mostly spent with me in the packs and her in the field. There's a good chance I saw you more often than I did 'Dora. I promise you if there is anything more to this dinner than two friends catching up after not speaking for more than six months, it's in her head and her head alone ( ... )
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