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Reyna sits with the rest of the Gryffindor girls at Professor McGonagall's behest. The witch glares at Angelina Johnson who had a makeshift nose splint on her face and two black eyes. A smirk finds its way onto Reyna's face as she slouches in her chair, waiting for the Professor to begin talking.
"The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the tri-wizard tournament since its inception," Professor McGonagall begins speaking to the students. "On Christmas Eve night we and our guests gather in the great hall for well-mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host 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"
Reyna and Hermione perk up, their focus immediately drawn to the Professor's words. The two girls exchange elated grins before quietly discussing their plans for dress shopping during tomorrow's Hogsmeade excursion. Meanwhile, across the room, the male students let out collective groans of dismay.
"Silence" Professor McGonagall shouts. "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 a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons"
"Try saying that five times faster" Fred whispers to George.
"Babbling, bumbling band of baboons"
"Babbling, bumbling band of baboons"
"Now to dance is to let the body breathe, inside every girl a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight," Professor McGonagall says.
"Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen but I don't think it's a swan" Ron mumbles and Reyna snorts from across the room.
"Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance. Mr Weasley, will you join me?"
All eyes move to the Weasley boy who slouches even lower in his seat until Harry grabs the scruff of his collar, pushing him forward. Hermione and Reyna snigger together as Ron stands awkwardly in front of the Professor.
"Now, place your right hand on my waist," Professor McGonagall says.
"Where?" Ron asks.
"My waist," Professor McGonagall says.
Harry couldn't help but let out a loud wolf whistle as Ron places his hand on the Professor's waist, causing Hermione and Reyna to burst into uncontrollable laughter. Despite their best efforts to contain themselves, both girls were doubled over, clutching their stomachs as their shoulders shook with the force of their laughter. Small giggles continued to escape their lips, even as they attempted to stifle them.
"This is the best thing I've ever seen," Reyna hums in amusement and Hermione nods as they watch Ron waltz with the Professor.
"Everybody, come together," Professor McGonagall calls over the waltz music.
As the group of boys grumble in unison, the girls quickly stand up from their seats. Reyna can't help but roll her eyes at their juvenile behaviour, but her attention is quickly drawn to George who is making his way towards her. The wizard gracefully bows and offers his hand to her, causing a warm smile to spread across Reyna's face.
Reyna's hand slides into George's larger hand, smooth skin meeting calloused hardened skin as Reyna places her other hand on the wizard's shoulder. George's hand places itself on her waist before the pair begin to dance with the fluidity of water.
As other students stumble over their feet, George and Reyna glide across the floor with an elegance that was unexplainable. The wizard places both of his hands on Reyna's waist before lifting her up as he turns.
As George gently lowers Reyna to the ground, the witch gazes up at him with an intensity that seems to transcend the bustling dance floor around them. The clash of her steely grey eyes against his warm, whiskey-brown ones creates a charged atmosphere that envelops them both, as if time itself has slowed down to a crawl. The discordant sounds of frustrated dancers and muttered curses fade away, replaced by the smooth, velvety strains of jazz music that seem to wrap around the pair like a warm embrace.
In that moment it was only George and Reyna and neither of them minded one bit.
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