Winter: Sorin and Lilie
Sorin was still in awe of how beautiful Lilie was in her dress and with her golden hair spilled down her back. She looked like a dream. They'd gotten over a minor rough spot in their friendship and now Sorin hoped to keep the good vibes between them. Lilie was a popular person at the dance and finding a time to talk to her, let alone dance, was proving difficult. That was why it took until the magical season changed to winter that he was finally able to step in.
"My my, you are a very difficult girl to get a dance with," he smiled brightly at her, a little bit of the buzz still going on before his fellow witches had warned him about the spiked punch. It seemed the initiation tradition had been true, after all or someone with a lot of guts got past Kaden's nose.
Beside Lilie, Sorin felt very dressed down and he wished he'd gone the extra mile to find a coordinating white jacket or something else to dress up his white shirt and black suspenders. But he'd not had the money or the resources for doing much more than sharing clothes with his witch brothers and sisters.
"I hope you're not too tired, because I want to dance with you here and at the party on the beach."