I do, what? Gratefully, she realized she hadn't said it out loud but she went dumb, in more ways then one. With Hugo's breath on her ear, she forgot what they were talking about. Oh! Dancing. "You'd teach me? Or help?"
"It has to be, it's traditon if nothing else." And Hogwarts was big on tradition. "But I guess it'd have to be a boarding school again. But if you mean it, it give me something to look forward to when that happens."
"It's a promise then." She liked his hands, and his confidence. Maybe because outside of what you could learn in books, she didn't have all that much, she mused. "I wonder when we'll know what the teams are. I'd ask my Dad, but I don't think he even knows. And, if he did, he might not be allowed to tell me." Technically he and Uncle Terry might be bending the rules teaching her extra spells but she wasn't about to spill the beans on that one.
She marked the time and jotted a note down of the place. "You know all the portraits and when they're not in their frames? By memory? That could come in handy. For the team you're on." He was tall too, she noticed absently.