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]

Well, Kevin was no fun at all. He'd been fairly amenable all week, but when it came time for the weeks crescendo and Rita had tried to put him in her purple swing dress, he'd huffed and refused and had what Rita would call a 'pureblood brat tantrum', so Rita had left him to his adolescent whining and transfigured herself something to wear.

She would keep in the style of the week, of course, but her taste wasn't exactly Montague's. After careful consideration, she transfigured herself a Marlene Dietrich style suit. Perfectly femme fatale, even if slightly more of the femme than was prescribed this week.

Ah, well, if Montague didn't want to participate, what was she supposed to do? Go naked? Remembering Neville's reaction to her getting into the hot tub that way, she laughed at the mere thought. So, adjusting the scarf about her neck, she made her way outside.

[nevilletherebel]

"Maybe not," he said, and grinned at her childishly for a moment. "I'll give you a break..." He pulled her abruptly to his chest and crossed one leg behind her, leaning her back but keeping her balanced on his own weight.

"Tango," he announced, pulling out of the dip and spinning her back to her feet, snapping her to a stop at arm's length. He stepped towards her, took her other hand and guided her back in sharp steps. "I'll do the hard work. Just keep your feet beneath you."

[poisoned_quill]

Give you a break. Damn him. He'd read her movements, bested her. She smirked. "All right. Maybe you win that round, then - or maybe we wear each other out

[nevilletherebel]

Neville lauighed, knowing that he was winding her up, and turning abruptly, feeling her move to the tango just as easily as anything else; perfectly positioned for it. He smirked. She was a wonderful dancer, no matter what she said about it.

"Singing? No...I haven't got the voice for it at all." He pulled her to his chest and marched her backwards, then span her, holding her to his chest.

"Other skills...no, nothing I can think of. I have a skill of messing things up, I suppose."

[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

[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.