Chapter 20.1- Doom Days
Added 2025-01-29 21:17:40 +0000 UTCBeyond doing some rounds when I was certain Sirius wasn’t looking, I hadn’t done any dancing practice at all. One reason was that I hadn’t the time for that when I had my studies into magic, duelling with Flitwick, and studying his memories in the pensieve to juggle along with preparing for what the tournament would toss at me. The other reason was that I knew Sirius would have a field day with laughing at me if he ever got to see it and so I decided that discretion would be the better part of valor in that case.
I was a whole made of three parts. Potter and Riddle couldn’t dance for the life of them, but Doom? Doom had rubbed shoulders with the very best that his world had to offer. Parties of all sorts had seen him top the guest list, and so he was a master of the ballroom dance- as well as a dozen others but that besides the point. His memory were for. A much different body, but this one was fit. Healthy, and was capable of fine movements that would have made him salivate in this past life.
That was why when they took to the floor for the opening dance of the ball, I led Fleur with masterful ease. We cut an inspiring figure as I twirled, spun, and dipped her at all the right moments. Something about the feeling of having her in my hands and leading her about the floor just felt right. I could barely spare a look for anything beyond her bright blue eyes, but I could still feel my surroundings all enough to know that every eye was on us. Diggory and Chang had tried to compete with us in the beginning but had now given up and were simply doing their own thing to the left. Krum and his date hadn’t even made an attempt. The Grecian witch was a competent dancer, but t was clear that Krum belonged in the air. On the ground, he was a mortal like the rest of them, and his clumsiness meant that he had stepped on his partner’s foot twice already.
Watching their reflection against Fleur’s eyes, I couldn’t get a good read on his date’s expression, but I didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to guess what she felt.
