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"The yule ball is of course a chance for us all to — er — let our hair down."
Mcgonagall had been explaining the yule ball with more passion than Reigna had ever seen, and she understood. It may have been cliche to be excited to dance the night away, but she was eager to have a night of fun.
Hermione and Reigna smiled at each other as McGonagall talked. It was no question that the girls were all quite excited, but looking across the room, it was clear that the boys were bored out of their minds. That was, until Ron was called up to dance with Mcgonagall.
The room tried their best to stay quiet as proper etiquette and form was explained, but paired with the look on Ron's face, it was impossible to keep from smiling. She thought she even saw the smallest hint of a smile on Draco's face, and she considered that rare.
Ron headed back to his seat, earning a pat on the back from both Fred and George. Harry laughed, and that set them all off again.
"Now, it's time to practice. Any volunteers?"
The room went silent. Of course no one wanted to go up there and dance in front of everyone. for one, there were too many eyes. As well as that, it was embarrassing.
"No one? Alright, I suppose I'll be choosing then,"
They all stiffened in their seats.
"Evander, Reigna, up you go,"
She slowly stood, eyes scanning the room until they landed on Evander. She had heard of him, but never spoken to him. He was well known for his charm amongst the ladies. She walked over to the center of the hall, smiling softly at Evander as he placed his hands on her waist. She looked up at him and stepped a bit closer, listening to Mcgonagall guiding their steps and form.
He was charming indeed, a multitude of compliments falling from his lip as they danced. Reigna couldn't help but smile at his efforts.
"Beautiful work."
"Lovely form,"
"Aren't you a pretty one"
His voice was as smooth as butter, but she preferred voices with a bit of rasp. The kind of rasp that came from a certain blonde. Speaking of, she looked over Evander's shoulder to see Draco, a clear frown on his face. He looked nearly disgusted, and she looked back up at Evander.
Reigna couldn't help but wonder if he was jealous, or just disgusted with the thought of having to dance at the ball. He didn't seem like the type to enjoy a nice slow dance.
"Wonderful work, you two. Have a seat,"
Evander pressed his lips to her cheek in an attempt at a soft goodbye, and she blushed out of habit, making her way back to Hermione, who carried a teasing smile on her lips. Before heading back though, she did hear a scoff come from the boy's side, and saw a certain blonde rolling his eyes at Evander's behavior.
Reigna smiled as she sat back down. Maybe he was slightly jealous.
Once the practice ended, Hermione and Reigna left the hall, only to bump into Malfoy outside. Hermione smiled at her before leaving, reuniting with Ron and Harry. Reigna thought she sensed that she needed to talk to Draco.
They stood there awkwardly, waiting for the crowd to disperse. She got a knowing look from Pansy as she walked by and furrowed her brows, she wondered what was going on.
As the crowd disappeared, they slowly began walking side by side, stopping at a bench. They both sat down and she turned to face him, tilting her head out of curiosity.
"You'll be going to the ball with Evander then?" He asked quietly, raspy voice and all. Reigna pursed her lips. Where did that come from. She shook her head slowly, looking him in his eyes.
"Never that," She responded, and he smiled. An actual smile. She hadn't seen one of those come from him before, and at that, she smiled as well.
He stood, fixing his jumper and robes, and she stood as well.
"Besides," she began, "I think I prefer boys who smell of mint," She said as she hesitantly fixed the collar of his shirt. At this, he froze, as though he wasn't used to someone being so close. He took a moment, and then he leaned down, lips next to her ear, and she could feel the warmth between them. Despite it, she still froze. They'd never been so close. Reigna could smell the mint that had been on her mind for the past month and a half.
"Evander was right, you do have lovely form," He whispered before pulling away, a smirk that screamed victory was on his face, and he turned, walking away from her without saying another word.
She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and watched him walk away. Partly in shock, and partly in confusion.
