Nora chuckled goodnaturedly at Mr. Lestrange's admission of his own skills. She wasn't entirely sure if it made her feel better or apprehensive about it now, but at least she would not be alone! Certainly he couldn't be all that bad, he was an athlete, weren't they naturally graceful? He was also a Lestrange, that would also dictate he be pretty good as well. Nora realized it may have been an effort to ease her into it or to make her feel better, which she appreciated immensely. He really had been very kind to her in their run-ins.

Well, it was now or never! Nora took Mr. Lestrange's hand and let him lead the way onto the dance floor. Thankfully it was a simply waltz. Nora should be able to hand that much, or so she hoped! "I do apologize in advance if I step on you." She flushed a light pink, hoping that she hadn't just jinxed herself. Fortunately so far, Mr. Lestrange proved to be a very capable lead for her to follow. Some gentlemen were too rigid in their posture and it made it hard for her to feel the upcoming move, though she should know it herself, everybody had their own little nuances when it came to dancing.