Ron and I turn to each other and exchange a nervous glance. By no means do I perceive myself to be even remotely skillful when it comes to dancing. In fact, I may just be the least graceful person there is. So to me, a dance just doesn't scream enjoyable.
A 'tradition of the tournament.' I'm sorry but what about tasks such as dragon fighting have to do with a frivolous dance?
Why is this necessary? Why on earth need there be a dance, an event practically designed for me to make a fool of myself? I have plenty enough ease in making a fool of myself on my own, from mundane activities on the daily. Really, what purpose will this dance serve?
Quickly, I scan the girl's side of the room, searching for one girl in particular.
y/n. Though really, I'm looking for her reaction.
On the bright side, contrary to most other girls, she isn't squealing in excitement. That must bode well for me, I think. Less pressure that way if she doesn't have this glamorous Cinderella-type expectations.
Because know for a fact that I am no Prince Charming.
What does pose to be a cause for concern though, is how she leans back in her seat, a smirk on her face arguably mischievous.
Whatever could that mean?
"Are you gonna ask her?"
Snapping out of my thoughts I turn to Seamus Finnegan. I think about his words for a few moments before shaking my head profusely. "Sorry, what?"
He chuckles. "y/n. You're going to ask her to be your date, aren't you? I mean, you guys have been inseparable since first year, and I thought I'd heard from someone that the two of you are dating. . ."
He pauses, I assume waiting for me to confirm or deny his statement.
"Oh, yeah," I reply. "Yeah we've been together since June."
"Tsk," Seamus Finnegan snaps his fingers and shakes his head. "So I definitely can't ask her then?"
I lean over to give him a shove as Ron laughs. "No!" I exclaim. "Obviously you can't!"
Seamus holds his hands up in defeat. "Okay, okay, I won't! For all I knew what I heard could've just been a rumor, no one really knows you're dating."
