Re: Dance Floor
"Yes, agency.. blah, blah, blah..." E parroted back. It was a rare occasion, but sometimes he regretted being known as Hogwart's political avenger. Sometimes he just wanted to cut loose and be a teenager for a change.
"Noooooo, dance with meee," he whined, digging in his sizeable heels in an attempt to keep R from dragging him off of the dance floor. His hips were already picking up the beat of the music.