Lost in Landfill
Hello, guys. I'm a bit stuck on the next chapter of Lose Heart and Gain Wisdom. The plot's all laid out, and I'm halfway done, there's just this filler scene I'm bored with writing it out. I just want to write Harry Harry Harry and some Danny and some Voldemort, I'm a bit lazy in writing out all the other characters. I'll be watching Miss Peregrine's now.
"Hey, Fleur, can you teach me how to dance tango?"
"Pardon?"
"I got this teacher, you see. And she's really eccentric. She refuses to teach her students unless they completed het weird requests. Believe me, I got off good. Her other potential student was told to come up with a rapping song coupled with classical music for a background. And he has to make it for a full 7 minutes."
Bill snickered. "She's odd, alright. Why'd people even want to do it?"
"She's the best one there is on the subject - and no, I can't tell you what branch of magic it is. Just that it isn't dark or illegal." It's technically gray, anyway. "And I have to do it on an ice rink."
"…ice tango?"
"She's really obsessed with this Japanese animation I refuse to watch ('I'll have you shipping 'em in time, boy!' the mysterious teacher-to-be cackled). Can you please help me come up with a short dance of it for 7 minutes?"
"Well, I'm excellent at tango, but we'll hav' to figure out how to tackle tapping on ice without slipping."
"Circe, thanks, you're a lifesaver!"
"Zis teacher better be worth it."
"Don't do any funny business with my fiance, kid!"
Harry smirked. "Nah, I'm good. Unlike Ron." He snickered. "I better finish the rest of my homework. Thanks!" When he left, Fleur had a mischevious twinkle in her eyes.
"Dear…" Bill reproached.
"I'm going to tease him, iz it okay?"
"You. Are cruel."
