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Chapter 1: Prologue: Mandatory Dance Lessons
“You’ve got to be joking me!” an annoyed voice rang out across the Gryffindor Common Room.
Lea de Tourval barely raised an eyebrow at the interruption. After six years of chaos and magic at Hogwarts, you get used to unwanted distractions. That or you either developed an extraordinary capability of zoning out and tuning out your surroundings.
She continued to peruse her Defense Against the Dark Arts (DADA) textbook for information she needed to compete her essay.
“I can’t believe they’re making us do this!” another indignant voice said.
Complains kept bouncing around the room for a good ten minutes or so. Lea dipped her quill in her ink pot and then thoughtfully looked at her parchment. Figuring out the words she wanted to say, her hand moved across the surface creating a graceful trail of cursive lettering after it.
“LEA! Did you not hear this? Look at this!” Lily said brandishing an official looking piece of parchment.
“Hey! You made me blot my essay.” Lea exclaimed. Annoyed, she waved her wand over it and siphoned off the offending mark.
“What’s up Lily?” James voice came over Lea’s shoulder. He clapped a hand on her shoulder and jostled her once more. Damnit. Another ink blot.
“People! Trying to finish an essay here!” she growled waving her wand once more.
“Well if you must know, the professors are making all sixth and seventh year take mandatory dancing lessons in lieu of our…dancing at the Halloween Ball. They want to avoid that for the Winter Formal.” Lily said with disdain.
“WHAT.” Sirius yelled. He had just woken up from a nap and made his way down the stairs and heard Lily’s voice. Peter followed him.
Peter followed everyone to be honest. Sometimes, Lea wondered, honest to god, why exactly they were mates with him. He didn’t really do much…except try to weasel out of doing homework by copying hers or Remus’ work.
Lea raised an eyebrow and signaled to Lily that she wanted to read the announcement.
Her eyes scanned down the parchment and she passed it over to Remus who had been working next to her.
“Huh.” He commented after a moment. The group looked at each other. James finally broke the silence.
“It’s not the end of the world. And c’mon…we kind of did go crazy at Halloween.”
“You’re Head Boy! YOU went the most crazy grinding up against Dorcas,” Sirius snorted.
“Hey! I wasn’t grinding on her, she was grinding on me!” he argued.
“Yeah yeah yeah,” was all he got and a dismissive wave.
“That wasn’t dancing. That was…vertical foreplay.” Lily groaned. She collapsed on an armchair near the fire. Sirius took a perch on the armrest and swung an arm around her. James looked sourly at him.
“Yeah, but I don’t recall you complaining about it,” Sirius said cheekily. Lily shoved him off the armrest. With a cry of mild discomfort, Sirius stretched himself across the hearthrug. From there he had a view of Lea’s pretty legs stretched out in front of him.
Sure said legs were encased in a pair of the standard knee-high navy socks, but he could glimpse of smooth creamy skin further up before her skirt covered it again.
Lea stared into the fire unaware of the surrounding conversation. Remus nudged her. “Hey, what’s up?” he asked softly so the others couldn’t hear him.
Broken out of her trance, she turned to him and smiled. “Nothin. Just thinking. I mean, it’s what James said, it’s not the end of the world.”
“Yeah, it might even be fun!” James said with a hopeful voice.
Sirius shot him a look. “Really? Fun? Did you not see the word BALLROOM before dancing? As in, we’re learning old stuffy dancing from the 1800’s or before?”
The six of them looked at each other. Lea chewed her lip contemplatively and then shrugged. Sirius tapped his wand against his forehead repeatedly.
For as long as Lea could remember, the six of them had always been together, more or less. Not all of them had started off good mates, but as the years went by, they had somehow become a close knit group with various dysfunctions to them. With Lily and James as Head Girl and Boy, the hate that Lily usually displayed towards him had died down and she tolerated him more or less.
In fact, she had even learned to find humour in some of the things he said. Sometimes.
No one said anything for a moment.
“Ballroom dancing? Seriously?” James sputtered.
“Oh no,” Lily groaned.
“Oh good,” Remus remarked.
“Oh boy,” Lea muttered under her breath.