Rose/Michael
Rose had made several new friends – acquaintances really as she didn’t expect to see them after tonight. Darla-Donna-Danna had been helpful in showing her how to dance properly, though Rose hadn’t been prepared for her to step quite so close, slide her hands over her hips and sway with her. She’d flushed bright red at the contact but now her skin was returning to its normal colour and she’d gotten used to moving to the beat. It wasn’t so hard; more gyrating than anything else, though Rose had discovered it was important not to make eye contact when she danced. It tended to lead to awkward barely-audible conversations that she didn’t want to have.
After bumping into Someone, she was so focused on dancing and debating getting another of those little drinks with the bright colours when she heard her name being called. It wasn’t Astoria or even Adrians voice and she turned round slowly, hoping that she’d been mistaken or there was another Rose in the crowd.
When she saw Michael, Rose knew her luck had run out. It was a bad joke; the one night she’d decided to escape the Wizarding world she bumped into someone she knew. “Hello Michael, fancy seeing you here.” It was the understatement of the century but she was just a little tipsy and pre-occupied with tugging her dress down as far as it would go and wishing for another three inches of fabric. “Are you enjoying yourself?”