They're just some Americans

Chapter Eleven: The Goodbye Waltz

(Word Count: 2042)

It's quite odd to dance as a sign of goodbye, but for my father it wasn't. We had just returned home, stomachs fulled, bag in hand, I walked inside only for him to say, "Get your dancing shoes, some flexible clothing, and meet me in the dance hall in 10 minutes." Seeing that this was a serious matter and he wanted for whoever was directed to be there, I quickly went up the stairs, putting the bag , which contained a box with a blue dress inside, on the bed.

"Why does he do things like these so randomly?" I questioned myself, as I sat at the edge of my bed. Sighing and knowing the end result, I got up and went to my closet where most clothes were stored. As I turned the light on, I walked inside and went to the bow or more a drawer which held clothes I used when running or practicing. "I still need to pack some more clothes for school." I muttered to myself. It was true, barely a week until I get to see friends, acquaintances, and foes, and yet I only pack personal books, supplies for school, my book bag, and some of my robes, meaning I had to still had to pack uniforms, quidditch stuff, cold weather clothing, personal belongings, food for Callahan and Orion, and the dress. As I messaged my temple, I take out a pair of black leggings, a black top, and a grey crew neck. "This should be flexible enough" I think to myself. As I crouch down and look on a bottom shelf that held some of my shoes, I take the black heels. "Gosh, my feet are going to be kidding me." I sigh to myself, starting to undress and not looking forward whatsoever to this practice.

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(Y/N) had a love hate relationship with dancing and practice. She loved it when she could choose a certain type of dancing, when there were no lectures, and when she had fun with her father. On the other hand, she hated it when she messed up, meaning she would start all over, when she got lectured, and when it was a slow day. And today hopefully would be a good day.

As the girl walked down the stairs with bare feet, and shoes in hand, she sighed. "I really hope Will knows what he's doing." She muttered to herself.

"And why would I not know what I am doing (N/N)?" says a masculine voice that was all too familiar.

"Well, let me think, one you mess up all the time dancing as kids, and during the Christmas party you mess up sometimes. Oh right and you have never taken a dance class with my dad!" She said turning to look her cousin in the eyes, resulting in her looking up a little for they were a few inches different.

"I would be surprised if I were you!" He said to her, rolling his eyes, and going in front of her.

"Don't get to cocky yet mister?" She said, on,y realizing he was turning the corner, "Hey, wait for me!" She yelled jumping off the last few steps, and chasing after him, as he ran from her, resulting into them both squealing and laughing.

"Will wait up!" A squeaky feminine voice said turning the corner in her short dark green dress.

"Can't catch me (N/N)!" Teased a younger male's voice, as a boy in black dress pants, a white collared shirt, paired with a dark green tie. The girl and boy ran around the manor all day, on Christmas. Playing with the poor owl, her father owned, to the blue lamb, to almost any game a child would do for fun.

Time felt like it froze, as they chased each other, the little girl chasing after him, as fast as she could, and the boy slowing his pace so she could keep up. Eventually making there way to the ballroom in the house the girl turned to her left, and tried corner her cousin. Tried, meaning she slipped with her stockings, and knocked him down to his feet. Laughing, the older boy stood up and offered her a hand. Almost slipping again, she takes his steady hand, and stands up. Dusting the dirt off her dress and fixing her hair, she sees her mother, and aunt emerging to see them both a mess in their formal clothes.