"Mama, how do you ballroom dance?" Minerva looked down at her puzzled daughter. "Well, it's simple. Here," she took Cece's hand. "You walk here, then back.." Cece listened intently. "Then you spin." Cece smiled. "Like a princess?" She was questioned as she was twirled around elegantly by her mother's soft hands. "I suppose, yes. Or just someone very graceful." Minerva shrugged. "You're always a princess to me, though."
"Just one dance." Minerva suggested, pulling Alastor by the arm. "Minnie, do you really think-" she interjected. "It's our own night to have fun, c'mon!" Moody seemed hesitant, since he hadn't danced in many a moon, but she seemed so happy and dandy, which she also hadn't been in weeks. "Alright, alright. For once." He warned, yet he relented and let her tug him to the floor. It was obvious she had been dancing for a long while, with how each move flowed into the next, and the grace of the way she seemed to hold herself, like water. "I feel like a princess, don't you think?" He smiled. "You're always a princess to me."
