Araminta allowed herself to be lead through the dance by Mr. Prewett. Dancing was one of the few things that she dedicated herself to. She can confidently match the beat of the music and her partner. However, a conversationalist she was not and was left to carefully think of what to talk with him. Weather? Quidditch? The Moroccans? The least she wanted was to make this dance be quietly awkward for herself and for her partner.

“Quite a fine party you have.” She remarked casually.

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