Who: Dennis and Mariebdh What: MOAR DANCING. Actually, with them, it's more figuring out what is going on. When: YULE BALL! Where: YULE BALL! Warnings/Status: IDK, likely/Incomplete
Dennis was only a tad nervous. He had never actually learned to dance in his childhood and it was not something that he needed to know for his 'profession' in the Ministry. It had never been important or even relevant. The dance lessons held by Zeta and Epsilon were quite possibily the first he had ever attended. Still, he had seen more than enough movies to have a grasp on the basics. Or so he thought. He had just lead Marie to the dance floor and he was trying to hold back how nervous he actually was.
He had a lot to make up for. He had thoroughly fucked up with her in the recent weeks and it just wouldn't do. Marie was simply one of the only people he had to count on and he wasn't about to burn the few bridges he had. Still, the feelings were new, and confusing, and he didn't know what to think of them. For fifteen years she ahd solely been his sister. Perhaps he had chosen that relationship identifier to prevent ever messing it up because he had needed her so much. He wasn't sure but the term no longer could apply. She wasn't his sister. He wasn't sure what she was to him now, other then his dearest Marie.
Closing his hand around hers, as his other hand slid onto her hip, he leaned in close, allowing his forehead to rest against hers as he began to sway timidly to the slow beat.