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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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"I bet it's all pretty and cool inside!"
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He'd been impressed, so far, with the kind of food here. Some of it looked weird, but it was almost always tasty.
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"Wow," she breathed, her smile getting bigger, "It's so beautiful!"
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"It is, isn't it?"
He quickly averted his gaze, looking around to take in as much as he could. "You wanna, uh... I mean, we could dance. If you want."
goddammit louie don't destroy me like that
can't stop won't stop
That was a weird mental image.
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"But he's like a knight, so of course he knows all the fancy, elegant stuff. I bet he's escorted many a fair maiden to the ball."
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He shuffled on his feet a bit, nervous, but he was determined to make this night one they'd both enjoy. "Well, uh... You might have an advantage on me, then. But okay."
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Once she dragged him to the dance floor, he began moving their hands around.
"Here, the guy is supposed to lead. You put your hand on my back, hold my other hand, I hold your hip, and then we step forward, left, backward, right, and repeat. Easy peasy lemon squeezy!"
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He wasn't using humor to cope with actually feeling things at all. Don't be silly.
Still, he took a deep breath in and stepped forward. Hopefully, Webby hadn't meant they started with her moving forward...
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"I never played video games before we met, remember?" Granny still didn't quite approve, but she allowed it, trying to trust the boys. "There's no cheating when it comes to dance."
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"I don't know," he began, half-joking. "You think people here would pay for dance lessons?"
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Which was kind of big talk coming from a little duck who had just been more than content to hear Webby laugh.
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In a whisper, so no one could hear.
"Llewelyn?"
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"I cannot believe you just called me that."
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"Don't dish what you can't take."
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Maybe Webby did.
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"And I can't change that. So I've got to work hard to prove to everyone I'm more than what I appear to be!"
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