Who: Angelina and George What: Dancing When: During the Dance! Where: On the dance floor Rating: TBD
Things were getting back to normal. Or as normal as thing could be in a place like this.
When you looked around at the decorations, at everyone all dressed up, you could forget for a while that their town had been ravaged. You could forget the monsters and the disease and the destruction and fear. Angelina's energy was back in full force after what had been an obnoxiously tedious recovery from the illness that had swept through their ranks, and she was determined to show it.
She had greeted Fred in a figure-hugging red dress and black pumps she had transfigured from much less exciting clothing. Her hair was long and down, her nails painted to match her dress. She had make up and jewelry on. Wasting time like she had getting ready for tonight was more therapeutic than she had expected, and she was glad to feel like a normal girl again, without all the responsibility weighing on her.
Angelina had been in a good mood all evening, and when a slower song came on over the speakers, her smile stayed broad. She tossed a glance at Fred and saw him occupied, and a quick scan of the room revealed a certain other Weasley quite unattended to. She came to stand next to him, hands on her hips. "You owe me a dance, George Weasley. Don't think I'm letting you out of it."