If he was honest, he didn’t much care for dancing; it was something he had to learn to do because it was expected of him to participate in all the various balls he’d be invited to, but it wasn’t something he would do much of if he had a choice. However, he didn’t mind adding his name to Miss Lestrange’s dance card as most of his interactions with her were interesting and it was a good excuse to see if she’d like to talk once again. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be going well as if it wasn’t for his balance they would’ve toppled over after her missed turn and he did his very best not to grimace as her foot crushed his.

“It’s a very interesting theme your parents chose for a ball,” Cornelius said, rather suddenly, hoping that maybe distracting her with some conversation would make her dance steps more muscle memory and therefore she’d be less likely to mess up, “The way it defies logic and possibility even with all that we know is possible with magic and yet it still makes perfect sense.” He was referring to the oddness of the surrealistic vibes the decor and dress code gave; it fit the Lestrange family perfectly.