The Dance Floor
 

Because someone had to start ...
 

Lights gasped when she saw the dance floor. It was absolutely beautiful! She'd managed to lose Ethan in the crowds, but wasn't too worried. He'd find her eventually. She went out onto the dance floor and began twirling by herself, looking quite happy.

"You seem satisfied," whispered Ethan, his arms wrapping their way around his wife's waist from behind her. This was marvelous. Simply brilliant, in Ethan's mind. The gold in the floor contrasted nicely with his ratty red Converse, and seeing the reflection on his blue suit reminded him of nights spent staring at the ceiling in the Ravenclaw common room. "Let's dance, sweetheart," Ethan said romantically, directly behind Lights' ear.

Out of nowhere, a popping noise sounded from the middle of the dance floor, and a small creature with long ears appeared. The creature looked around in attempts to recognize the place before moving too far away from the spot where it apparated. He had been to the ministry before and he knew he was told to show up at the Atrium. He was supposed to show up only the following day, but Poppen was far too excited to wait another day. H wanted to clean something and he wanted to do it now.

Poppen raised his hands to shield his eyes from all the shining lights, and noticed some figures moving in a rather strange gait. He evaded them as they made their way towards him, and proceeded onward, finally realizing that this was the ministry. It wasn't the same ministry he had seen before, it was redecorated and pretty. Poppen was both furious, but mostly sad. How could they clean everything and make everything pretty without him?! He stomped his little foot on the floor and stormed to towards the seating, where he was bound to find something dirty so that he could clean it up!

Lights smiled as Ethan's arms came around her. Should have seen that coming, she thought. She leant back into him, concentrating just on him, forgetting the rest of the world. Let them find their own perfect significant others - she had hers right here. "Why not?" she replied, turning in his arms so she was facing him, and eased her arms around his neck. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with a light only Ethan could make appear.

He'd let her lead wherever she wanted to go, though was happy to see they were heading not to the buffet, but the dance floor. Regardless that he didn't know anyone there, and if he did, it would've just been a slightly familiar face possibly from wand business, he was starting to have a good time.

Did she thank...

His face brightened even more after the kiss on his cheek. "Oh, I wouldn't miss the chance for the world." he grinned, placing one hand on her waist as they reached a good place on the dance floor. Definitely worth it.

Wow..why did she decide to head to the dance floor again? She hadn't danced in such a long time. She was sure her rhythm was off,hopefully Bryce knew how to and was on form..especially with this classical stuff playing. She breathed in as they stopped on the dance floor and his hand found her waist.

Right, his hand on her waist...her hand in his and the left one on his shoulder right? She offered her right hand as her left one found his shoulder. With these heels on she was basically completely level with him.

"Bare with me..it's been a while since I've done any formal dancing..."

Gently holding her right hand, he took a deep breath and took a small step closer. Right. Stance position. He'd seen other people do this before. Merlin, if he saw himself now, he'd be making the same jokes as he did then.

Yes, he'd never waltzed before.

The thought of saying 'me too' had crossed his mind, but really, he didn't want to dig himself a hole. He was bound to mess up. Layla did say she'd done this before. "I'm sure you're a natural." he commented. Guys were supposed to lead weren't they?

Merlin help him.

He was nervous. She could tell and she was guessing that he had never danced like this before. He never came off as the type to do any kind of formal anything. Once again..she was shocked the man owned a suit. He hadn't trampled her yet though so she supposed they both could make it through this tonight.

She chuckled lightly. Her a natural..no not really. It took a whole lot of classes for her to get anywhere close to decent." And I'm sure you're just patronizing me...you don't have to stop though.." She winked at him and waited for him to lead them.

He gave her a look. A look that clearly stated..

Patronizing? Him? Never. *wink wink*

A light chuckle escaped him before that sinking thought that she was waiting for him to start hit him. Right. If there was anything he was ever nervous about, it would be this. Fighting against wizards to get the best materials for wands was one thing, but trying to impress someone with dance skills was a WHOOOLE different story. Right foot first, right? Did it go forward? Or backwards?

Did he have to TWIRL!?!?

Despite his nerves, he started to take steps, guiding Layla as he did so. Hopefully the appropriate steps. Hopefully none of them landed on her feet either.

Layla giggled, like a school girl at his wink. Clearly she had the right date,especially if she wanted to enjoy herself at this ball thing. Right he should probably start them off now, but Layla noticed the slight pause, whih caused her to chuckle. Clearly the man was out of his elements.

As he took the first tentative steps she smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. He wasn't stepping on her toes yet..

"It's okay..you're doing pretty good." Better than she expected anyways.

He stood a little straighter as she rested her head on his shoulder. What was he all worried about? This was nice. More than nice. Resisting the urge to beam like no other, he was content just to have a small smile on his face.

"Thank Merlin. Don't have two left feet." Trouble was, he couldn't look at his feet now. Great. It didn't matter though. Especially when he was doing 'pretty good'. Just hopefully Layla wasn't expecting anything elaborate. He could possibly turn maybe...and maybe twirly her once or twice, but even in his mind he saw himself flat on his face.

How that could possibly happen, he didn't know.

They were dancing..they were actually dancing and no feet were being stepped on. She was extremely proud of herself, she was proud of them! And the fact that Bryce has straightened up so much showed that he was growing confident. Good, confidence was hot.

She giggled." Yeah it's a good thing you don't. I can't promise you anything about me though."

She lifted her head from his shoulder." Did I tell you about my promotion?" She asked as they waltzed.

Mason had to keep reminding himself to take deep breaths. He kept thinking about how he was going to do it, what he was going to say and... her reaction. Deeep breaths. Mason was too male oblivious to see the awkward smile on his girlfriend's face. But Medea seemed to be happy and relaxed. So, Mason was happy too.

As soon as they left the entrance hall, Mason heard her ask where they should sit. But he led her a little ways towards the dance floor. All part of his plan. "Actually... I was hoping we could dance?" He suggested, leading her out.

If all went as planned, they would dance, he would tell her how much he loved her and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and then... Hopefully she would say the same.... Gulp.

Medea was so wrapped up in her own plots and plans that she had no clue her soon to be fiancé boyfriend was nervous too and for the exact same reason as her. The woman’s eyes darted around looking for empty tables. She wasn’t sure what table he was aiming at, but hopefully it was close to the buffet. Medea loved food, almost as much as she loved Mason.

Abruptly they stopped. She looked left and right then back to him, ”Umm, I rather not dance.”She shook her head in disapproval; this was not going to work at all. ”I umm…” The woman kept a hold of hand and tried to find an empty table, ”There can we sit there?” They had to be sitting for this to work, they HAD to sit.

She gripped his hand and started in the direction of the empty table, ”I uhhh can’t dance in these shoes.” The woman pulled her dress up slightly and shown a beautiful strappy very unstable heel.

Suddenly, they stopped. Mason almost tripped over his own feet. Wait. Why weren't they headed towards the dance floor anymore? This was part of Mason's plan; they had to dance!

But Medea didn't want to dance. At all, it seemed. She was shaking her head. Mason was trying his hardest not to frown or act disappointed, but it was hard. "But, I... I was hoping-" He was cut off when Medea asked if they could sit there. There? Where?

And then he was being tugged along. Mason followed his soon to be fiancé girlfriend over to the table. Allllllright. Mason supposed he could do this sitting down. He looked down at Medea's shoe and wondered how in the world she could walk in those things. "Right, of course. No worries," He told her with a worried smile. Now he would have to activate plan B. Y'know, if he had one. Which mean he had to think hard. And quickly. And Mason wasn't really excellent at that.

Proudly, yet more lovingly than anything, Alexander led his fiancee out of the entrance hall and onto the dance floor. "I'm not sure why they're all packed into the entrance hall," he grumbled to her. They had a speech or two planned, three to be exact, but they wouldn't be able to move on with things with everyone outside the ballroom.

Realizing they'd wandered onto the dance floor, Alexander paused and looked around with an eyebrow raised. "Well, Potions Mistress," he said, grinning a bit wickedly and turning to face her, "it seems we've reached the dance floor." He took a steo back just to give himself a little more room, and then he extended his hand to her. "May I?"

He was being oh, so polite tonight. He had to. The Minister of Magic should likely be on his very best behavior at this sort of thing. That didn't mean, though, that he couldn't admire his gorgeous date in the process.

Ethan let his eyes drift shut as he moved in sync with Lights. Underneath his hands he could feel the silk of her dress gliding along with her hips to the classical ballroom music. Ethan himself had a slightly different idea, though, than the music planners had. He murmured quietly, "Novo Musica," and concentrated on one of his favorite Aerosmith songs. "Ah, there we are," he whispered succinctly to Lights as the music simply faded into Ethan's choice.

She turned to look at the entrance way. "You could have Recard have them move to the main halls as they come in. It would render him useful, and not just perform the duties of a charmed tray." She said with a shrug.

Hearing him ask her if he may, she turned to face him. She beamed at him and gave a deep curtsey before extending her hand for him to take. "You may have anything you desire, Captain. Anything I can give you, is yours." She said and waited for him to lead her around the dance floor.

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Lights giggled. "You can't help yourself, can you?" she whispered back, kissing Ethan lightly. She wasn't complaining - ballroom music generally made her feel like she was dancing wrong. This music was much better. She let the song finish before deciding to save all their souls from another classical. "Novo Musica," she said under her breath, smiling as the last chords of Ethan's song change smoothly to hers. It was one of her favourites, and she regularly played it when she was trying to get through bills or paperwork, which was becoming more frequent these days. "You must be tired of this one," she mused.

Becky led Tim on to the dance floor, beaming. "Care to dance?" she asked, looking round at the grand scene. Her blue eyes sparkled underneath the crystal chanderlier above the dance floor and iluminating the ball. She looked in to Tim's dark eyes, kissing him on the cheek, gently.

''Sure.''He said taking her hand.As she kissed him on the cheek he said''I love you.''And smiled.

Becky took his hand, waltzing around the dance floor with him to the music. "I love you too, Tim," she whispered to him as she sped around the floor. Dancing was fun. Really fun. She should do it more often. "I really do."

''I love you to.''He smiled.He enjoyed Dancing.''So Do I.''He said waltzing with her.