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Felixir 
Dance party.
Naturally.
This had better be going somewhere useful.
From their place at the wall beside Pax, Nem watched calmly as Gunter flailed himself right off his little stage, eyes combing over him once he'd made his graceful landing, particularly the subtle glow on his hand, which had not gone unnoticed in the past. They were still considering his little Sir Luckless routine when the man was up and spewing instructions.
No one here is going to judge you... This dance floor is a judgement free zone. Someone was clearly embarrassingly out of touch with the world, and with the hunting patterns of teenagers especially. These Hufflepuff professors were something.
Nem winced slightly as the music got going, their first change expression since entering the classroom, and straightened up. "Coming with?" they said to Pax, though they had no intention of stepping onto the dance floor, only to walk around the edge of it. It wasn't that Nem was against exercise, or physical activity in general; far from it. But, especially in a classroom like this, lit up unpredictably and full of people who didn't much care for them, they preferred to keep their wits about them. Easier to do that at a walk.
Actually, Pax
was judging
hard. Not so much the little kids, even though she wouldn't have been so enthused at that age. She wasn't going to dance either unless she really had to, Pax's kind of dancing wasn't really suitable for this kind of company anyway.
She hadn't expected Nem to say anything but nodded and followed with. Walking, obviously, not dancing. If standing still had remained an option she would have done that.
Maybe they could get a closer look at the covered thing.