She felt a great wave of sympathy for Ron, he seemed so out of sorts.
"How about in here?" she asked moving into the living room.
There was much more space. Drawing her wand from her back pocket, a quick wave had a light waltz flowing from the CD player on the wall. It wasn't so unlike a record player, really. Letting her wand drop to the nearby couch, she turned to face him, lifting her own arms into position.
"Left hand on my waist, and your right hand will support my left," she explained with an encouraging nod. "The arms are important, don't let the go limp or droop."