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Dance Dance Reprobation
Neither tree nor stone form the Promenade now. It is instead a long bridge over a shallow and brilliant pool, the gentle ripples of which catch the afternoon sun and scatter it into a million highlights that play over the Great Hall, the bridge, and those who walk down it. There is no formal receiving line, merely a gentle procession of people across the bridge at whatever speed feels comfortable, slowly making their way to the Great Hall. The Great Hall itself has been enchanted to be completely invisible while one is inside it, save for the outline of doors so people can actually find their way out through means other than smacking their noses into the invisible walls till they find a place with no resistance. Thus the twilight for which the ball is named will show all around the dancers, while they are protected from any errant breezes, faint hints of rain, or slime monsters that might otherwise threaten the festivity. Come in. Find your date and get comfortable. The fun is just beginning.
But as the dance progresses, they play something for everyone. Martial waltzes and slow dance ballroom numbers. Powerful tunes to lose yourself in, and gentle melodies that slip beneath conversation and encourage intimacy and closeness. Professors Trammel and King treat everyone to an exhibition of what an Earth resident might call 'swing dancing on amphetamines' and many students do call 'the closest I have ever come to death'. No pause for speeches, no announcements or interruptions -- just a steady stream of music, bringing dates and lovers together in dance, as the sun sets and casts the room into gentle and romantic twilight. Also a dolphin and a whale are swimming through the floor and they, too, are unmistakably dancing. If this is the weirdest thing you've seen all night, you need your eyes checked.
At one end of the table, an owl the size of a cupboard sits on a perch, serenely watching the varied drinks laid out for consumption. 'Spiking the punch' is so cliche that no one is going to pretend it won't happen or the students will behave on their honor, so here you get a chaperone. Even so, this whole area is a popular gathering spot for those between dances or partners, drawing steady attention throughout the night.
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"Hey, that's not too bad."
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"Then follow my lead, and before you know it you'll be a dancing queen."
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She was definitely trying, letting him guide her in what to do as they moved to the music.
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He gave her an encouraging smile, taking her out a little more toward the center of the floor where the lights played best, following the rhythm of the music.
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And maybe it was the dance, maybe it was the light, maybe it was something else but as he watched her he felt his heart jump up to hit his throat like it had never done before, not even in the Woodchucks. The glow caught her hair, and she looked so happy, and for those few seconds everything slowed down. He found himself staring and then quickly looked away, time returning to normal as he continued dancing with her, while hoping it just seemed like he was watching the rest of the floor to make sure they had room.
What even WAS that...??
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"You okay?"
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"I bet you're thirsty after that, right? Right! Proper hydration is key and all, wouldn't want you to get light-headed in the middle of the dance, that would be good for nobody-" Huey you're rambling, "-so sit tight, and I'll be right back."
And off he went, though resolutely staring at the floor as he was, he almost ran another student down. A quick apology and he scurried off all the faster.
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"Uh...okay..."
Figuring they probably weren't going to dance to the next song, she moved out of the way to let other students go.