GOD KILLERS. Tom Riddle

23. Dance Dance

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE.
DANCE DANCE

THE PARTY WAS IN FULL SWING. Augustine had never been to a party before. Mainly because he'd never been invited to one. As well as this, he had never wanted to go to them whilst at Beauxbatons anyway. They were full of boys who knew how to speak to each other. It felt like he was always out of a loop he never knew he was in.

He stood leaning against the wall at the side of the common room. A drink of firewhisky clasped firmly in his hand. The other drumming a senseless rhythm on his thigh. He'd never been a musical person. His mother hated that. She'd hoped he'd maybe follow in her footsteps to become a musical genius, but alas. He had no musical bone in his body.

Instead of speaking to anyone, he surveyed the scene in front of him. He spotted Bunny immediately. Dancing with two girls who giggled and squealed when he spun them around at the same time, crashing into each other in a frenzy of laughter. He wasn't a bad dancer, though he did occasionally trip. That was more likely to do with his drinking rather than dancing ability .

Then, on the opposite side of the room, he saw Flick and Theo. They sat on one of the sofas, Flick curled up close into Theo's chest as they spoke softly to each other, drinking their drinks and nothing more. Augustine smiled at the sight.

Abraxas and Reinhardt were dancing together. Surprisingly. He didn't think Abraxas was the best dancer, he danced awkwardly. But that would probably be due to his long limbs. Reinhardt drunkenly laughed at him, but Abraxas didn't seem to mind.

Bunny, who had ditched the two girls, sauntered over to him. His eyes hazy and a sloppy grin took shape on his face. "Hellooo my favourite chaser," he greeted as he pushed himself against the wall besides where Augustine had been leaning on.

"Having fun?" Augustine asked looking over his drunken starte. Though he knew the answer. Bunny was the life of the party.

"Mhm, would be having more fun if you danced,"

Augustine kept his eyes trained on his drink, circling the top with his ringed finger. "Can't dance Bun,"

"No?" Augustine shook his head softly. Gnawing on his lip.

"Well that just won't do," Bunny clicked his tongue, but Augustine shrivelled up his nose.

"No Bun,"

"Oh come on!" And his hand clasped tightly onto his own, pulling him across to their makeshift dance floor.

He couldn't protest with Bunny. Nor pull away from his grasp. He was significantly stronger than Augustine would ever be.

"Bun," he protested once more for good measure but Bunny wouldn't listen. Augustine thought he had selective hearing or something, always hearing thinks he needn't had heard, but not hearing those which he actually did need to know about, like Divination, or how to play gobstones correctly.

"Ah Juno! Good to see you!" Bunny exclaimed to the closest person on their dance floor. Juno was standing with Ivan. Her blonde hair let loose for a change instead of her usual ponytail. She grinned when she saw them approach.

Augustine tried his best to smile at her.

"Hello! You did amazing!" She gasped out. He could tell she was drunk. Her grin sloppy just like Bunny's.