Alicia and Hermione
"I'll leave the dirty dancing to you," Hermione smiled. She didn't mind enjoying a good dance or two, but she couldn't imagine herself acting anything less than a lady out in public.
"Don't those blokes usually wear it down?" she inquired. She remembered her mother's infatuation with some Italian guy named Fabio and the pictures of some of the men on various romance novels. She had to admit, that there were some men who could pull the look off.
"Work is keeping me busy," she took another sip from her glass. "Been doing some recreational reading as well." Merlin, did she need to get a life.