Oliver Bloody Wood (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} oliverwoodwould) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"He dances quite regularly," Oliver responded laughing. He might have been a big quidditch player (big, but not tall. He was fine with this), but that didn't mean he didn't like to get down on occasion. At least dancing on a rooftop seemed like a good time to him, especially with a pretty blonde who he'd just impressed with a gift. He might not be very smart with girls, but he'd eventually learned a thing or two. "Glad to hear it," he said as he handed back over her glass and led her to the open space.
He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close, his other hand closing around hers. "If this is what it always looks like, maybe I should come over more often." She was smaller than him, which was a nice change of pace. The last couple of girls he'd dated had been rather tall and looked him square in the face. He whirled them around the small space, letting his childhood dance lessons take over. "Why thank you! I'm fine at the moment. Getting a drink would mean we'd have to stop dancing, and that doesn't appeal at the moment."