When everyone tells us what we can be
How can we rewrite the stars?
How can we rewrite the stars?
Merlin, it was a waltz! Fortunately, Hesper was thoroughly drilled in her dancing but she didn't actually have much experience dancing for real and something about this exact situation was making her feel... nervous. Yes, she'd attended children's 'balls' occasionally but it wasn't like this, this was the real deal. This was the closest she'd ever gotten to the sort of life she could expect after Hogwarts.
She reached out and clasped his hand. Never in all her life had she appreciated the function of gloves more than she did in this moment for she was convinced her hands were starting to get clammy. It was ridiculous, it was only Sirius, not one of the intimidating society gentlemen milling around. He had been here last year though, had he waltzed with Flora? She couldn't remember if Flora had said anything about them dancing or not, but surely they had? They were surely going to be Head Boy and Girl together, they were close, they must've danced together. Probably they'd already danced that evening, if not they surely would.
I know what a waltz is. She'd intended it playfully but it fell awkwardly somewhere between teasing and defensive, although she'd had zero intention of snapping at him at all. Hesper bit her lip regretfully. Are you a waltzing expert then? she asked, finally finding the more jovial tone that she'd initially intended. Best to pretend it hadn't happened, she decided.
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