Josephine delighted in dancing. She enjoyed the swish of her skirts, the swell of the music, and yes, even the attention she drew upon herself merely by existing in the room. Normally, she didn't take pleasure in drawing attention to herself in such an ostentatious way, but when she danced, all that went out the window. When she danced, she felt almost as happy as when she walked the woods outside Hogsmeade (not that she'd ever tell her brother or her chaperone that), just this side of blissful.

Her dance partner was attractive, it was true, but he wasn't really interesting, so when the dance concluded, she made polite, curtsied, and stepped away briskly, a sly half-smile on her face as she made her way off the dance floor toward the refreshments. Her throat was quite dry from exertion, and she sought a drink, of course. Unsurprisingly, many eyes in the room were on her.

Her smile faded.

When she stopped dancing, it was no longer quite as fun to have all the attention on her. She swept up a glass and took a sip, not even caring what the glass contained, before glancing across the ballroom again. Two men in particular stood out, staring in her direction, just as everyone else was — they looked alike, unlike her family, but then, she was adopted. Presumably, they were brothers. Josephine knew many of the wizarding community were related, especially in an insular community like Hogsmeade, but she didn't know who they were. She was new here. She had never met most of the community.

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