Dance class...and the gazebo....

Eris glanced around as she made her way up to the classroom, wondering how advanced material they would be teaching. Of course she could dance, I mean...all it meant was moving your arms up and down to the beat and twirling or something, right?

Somehow, she knew it was more than that.

"Good morning!" The little boy-girl of a witch greeted the professor, running a hand through her short black hair as she spoke.