Remus Lupin | Nebula
Things weren't simple, as much as Nebula might wish them to be - it would make everything easier to deal with, to learn and experience. And yet the universe refused to bend to such rules, and so it was she who must learn to bend and find her place within this world if it was where she was to be. And for the time being she had no choice in the matter.
She could fight it, and remain firm - but life was not worth much that way. She had learned that in the past, seen the pain that living in such a way created. She wanted more than that in her life, more than pain and hurt. And dancing was - a first step she supposed.
So she moved with Remus, at first simply standing and watching him move, to see how it was done - or at least how he did it, before she began to do the same, a rhythm at least was something she knew enough about, a tactic she'd used often enough in battles and fights to make easy use of it now. And though she would not call this dancing just yet it was easier to move with this - the deep thumping sound of the music that surrounded them. Trying her very best to make it work, and looking to Remus for an example.