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Week Name/Date/Time: Meeting of the Minds / Saturday 1st October / 2 pm
Location: Hogsmeade
Open To: Tobias
Currently Involving: Andra
( Curse Lauren. )
Location: Hogsmeade
Open To: Tobias
Currently Involving: Andra
( Curse Lauren. )
She didn't tell you anything embarrassing that I'd prefer you find out on your own?
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He's a good kisser.
Oh, she might as well just go out into the streets, paint a big red 'X' on her forehead, and declare it open season. Someone just kill her now.
She closed her eyes for a second, determined to not stutter when she spoke. She did quite well, if she did say so herself. "N-no, nothing embarassing," she replied, giving him a warm smile. "So no worries." She nodded, then busied herself with opening her own bottle.
As he asked what she'd like to do, she gave him a sheepish grin. "I'm out of Sugarquills," she confessed, taking a long sip and feeling the warmth spread. "I've been out all summer and have just been ( ... )
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As soon as he let that little outburst slip from his lips, he felt like an idiot. Really, he hadn't meant to say ha, but it had come out. He'd correctly guessed her style of dance, and he had felt strangely proud of that fact. "...sorry. I..."
Looking down at the table, then back to her with a grin, he shrugged. "I was improperly excited about the fact that I thought you did ballet." He reached over to take the bottle that she'd poured for him, murmuring a thank you before taking a careful sip.
"Ballroom dancing? That sounds like fun too. I don't think I could ever try ballet... but ballroom dancing..." He trailed off, nodding slowly as he thought about the elegant figures sweeping across a dancefloor. It was so graceful, ballroom dancing, and he couldn't help but wish that he knew how to do it.
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"Nothing wrong with a correct guess," she replied, grinning wide. She nodded as he thanked her for the butterbeer, then waited with bated breath; as if terrified he'd spill it again or think that it tasted different, or a multitude of ridiculous scenarios.
"...but ballroom dancing..."
Andra nodded excitedly, her smile wider than ever. "Most people think of waltzing," she said, waving her hand. "And, well, a lot of the formal slow dances have waltz and two-step bases, but there's so much more! We learned a bunch of old Victorian dances, where the dance is organized into lines? And then the more upbeat stuff like foxtrotting."
She shrugged, obviously giddy to be chattering about something she loved.
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Tobias sounded both immensely curious and intrigued by the prospect of more than just the waltz or the tango. Of course he knew the more traditional dances -- not that he could do them, but he knew what they looked like -- but he'd never seen the older organized dances.
"Well," he replied slowly, watching her with a somewhat knowledgable expression on his face, "I think that you should get a bunch of people together to show me this dance in lines. Wouldn't that be fun? Having some sort of grand ball where everyone danced in the old-fashioned way, rather than just swaying to the off-beat? Honestly..."
He paused to take another sip of the butterbeer. It didn't taste any different from his own, but he could imagine that it tasted better, anyway. "You can't even call what they do nowadays dancing."
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She just didn't have the gall to run around, gathering up a bunch of people who would most likely scoff and look at her strangely for wanting to teach them dances.
"That would be a blast," she replied, shaking her head. She instantly envisioned The Reel, which was coincidentally a Scottish dance; not only was it traditional, but it was a load of fun. Everyone grabbing hands and spinning around like drunken revelers? Dizzy fun!
As he said that what they did nowadays was hardly dancing, she nodded in agreement. "Exactly. That, and most couples use it as an excuse to get all smooshed. It would do them some good to have no contact except their hands!" She laughed lightly, imagining how some people might react to that.
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She actually used smooshed in a sentence?
Tobias grinned widely, turning a bit on the seat as she had so that he was facing her. "Of course, I'm sure they would have fits when told that they had to keep their personal space... personal." He couldn't help the small chuckle that came from him at that notion. Most people that danced now didn't seem to know the concept of personal space, that he'd seen, anyway.
"There would be one little problem with that whole thing, though," he added slowly, watching her closely. "See, I have absolutely no clue how to dance. At all. In fact, I'm quite sure that, were you to put me on a dance floor, I would slip and fall, and I'd not be able to get back up."
Nodding matter-of-factly, he grinned.
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As he said that he would slip and fall, she laughed lightly. "Well, theoretically, I just don't buy it," she replied, winking. "Metaphorically, perhaps -- but really, you just need good scuffed shoes and a partner who won't let you down!"
She nodded firmly, as if saying, 'And that's that!' before taking a sip of her drink.
"But then again, I've no clue how to properly fly..." She trailed off coyly, giving him a crooked smirk (that had she known she was doing, she'd have cringed and preferred to frown).
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