The room was spinning. No, she was spinning.

Persephone had been at the park... or perhaps at the bookshop... but certainly not here, and now she was spinning and there was music.

Not spinning, dancing.

(Why was she dancing?)

As if the universe knew it presently owed her one, the dance that she did not recall beginning came to an end, though her head was still swimming as her hands did not quite meet in applause for the band. She looked to her dance partner, then around her, eyes widening as she realized where she was, what was going on.

This was the Hogwarts great hall, which meant it must be the coming out ball. But that was impossible, Persy reasoned—the ball was an annual event, one held at the end of May. It had only just been Easter on the week-end—Merlin her head was pounding. Needing something, anything, to ground her, she looked again at her dance partner and opened her mouth as though to ask a question.

The contents of her stomach left it instead, landing quite decidedly on the front of his trousers.