Brave

Swans and Lions

A few days later after all of their classes, the Gryffindor students that were in fourth year or above were instructed to go to the Great Hall, which they found empty of students and the usual house tables. Instead, Professor McGonagall and Filch were standing in the middle of the hall, with a music player on a desk off to the side. 

"Please sit," Professor McGonagall told them, gesturing to bleacher like seats on the sides of the room. She informed them that they needed to have the girls on one side and the boys on the other.

"The Yule Ball is coming up, as you all know, which means that you will be expected to learn how to dance. As representatives of the host's school, I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the Yule Ball is first, and foremost, a dance."

The students began whispering to each other, acting like they didn't know this already.

"Silence! The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of one evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons."

Aurora exchanged a look with the student next to her, wondering if she really wanted to go to the dance now that there was so much on the line.

"To dance," the professor continued, "is to let the body breathe. Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forward and take flight."

"Something is about to burst out of Eloise Midgen but I don't think it's a swan," Ron said to Harry, Dean, and Seamus from the other side of the room. The boys began chucking at what he said, while the girls sent him a disappointed look.

"Inside every boy a lovely lion prepares to prance. Mr. Weasley," Professor McGonagall said, staring at the boy. It was clear she heard what he said, "Will you join me please?"

Ron embarrassingly grabbed her hand, and the two headed to the middle of the room.

"Please place your hand on my waist, Mr. Weasley," Professor McGonagall instructed.

"Where?!" the young boy asked in disbelief.

"My waist," the Transfiguration professor responded, before grabbing it and putting it there herself.

The two began to dance to classical music, after waiting a few minutes for Filch to finally get it working. 

Everyone watched, feeling entertained as the professor and the boy danced.

I don't own Harry Potter. The series belongs to J.K. Rowling. I only own Aurora and anything you don't recognize from the books or movies.