"The professor and I froze, unable to move or speak yet sharing a solemn understanding. We discovered something we did not even realize we were searching for: An Ancient Magic wielder."
Eight years after the events of the repository, Sebastian Sallo...
The next two chapters take place at the Yule Ball, so the songs to accompany them are both waltzes. (The song for the previous chapter was also a waltz, funnily enough)
International/standard waltz is typically danced in 3/4 time, at 84-90 bpm.
I'll Follow You has a bpm of 114-118, making for a fast-paced waltz danced with passion and energy.
This is the song I imagine Jules and Seb dancing to, not to mention the lyrics fit them perfectly as a couple. (Art by giselsann)
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You can have the money and the world
The angels and the pearls Even trademark the color blue Just like the tower we never built In the shadow of all the guilt When the other hand was pointed at you
I'll Follow You
-Shinedown
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Juliette POV
Headmistress Weasley and the school governors spared no expense transforming the Great Hall into a winter wonderland.
With magnificent ice sculptures on every table, enchanted snowy ceiling complete with 15-foot icicles, and full orchestra, it rivaled the extravagance of the Yule Ball that was hosted here during our fifth year.
Not that I had gotten to enjoy it much, since it had taken place just after my second trial. I had been quite bruised and battered, so I was not able to dance as much as I had planned to, much to Sebastian's dismay.
This time, I was free to bask and indulge in the opulence of it all, at least as much as was appropriate for a member of faculty.
The Head of Slytherin and I arrived just in time for the opening dance, which was to be led by the Head Girl, Head Boy, and Prefects from each House. I scanned the dance floor for Rosalie and Miss Parkinson and was pleasantly surprised to find them partnered together, with Miss Parkinson taking the lead.
I was no stranger to female leading, as I had taken my classmates on their fair share of turns around the dance floor. I was curious as to the color of Miss Parkinsons gown: a muted sage green.
More curious, however, was the quite familiar placement of their hands, how Carina stroked Rosalie's knuckles with her thumb in a soothing motion to quiet her nerves as they took to the floor...
