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Demarcus needed dance lessons. He needed them big time.
The short Hufflepuff walked into the Great Hall, hands in his pockets. He wasn’t exactly pleased about the whole dance lesson thing, but Demarcus knew that his dancing needed some improvement. Even though the Chicken Dance was totally his thing, it just wouldn’t be enough to survive through the Alumni Ball. Of course winging the whole dancing thing was an option, but it would not have been very pretty at all with how much of a klutz he could be.
Hanging around the crowd toward the back, Demarcus made sure that there were plenty of tall boys and girls in front of him. It was his master plan to make himself invisible the best he possibly could. Doing so wasn’t much of a challenge for him as he was rather short for his age. Thank Merlin for not having a growth spurt … ever.
And whether being short was a good thing at a time like this would be determined if the hawk-like Professor Vindictus spotted him and made him dance in front of everyone. Gulp. That would not be good at all.
GAH! Why couldn’t there be better hiding places in the Great Hall?!
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