the girl from the plains dances
a graceful foxtrot of a dance
steel and passion in every step
green ponytail swishing in time
her blade darts out
like it's part of the routine –
a ribbon, perhaps, or a baton
block, swipe, parry, thrust
enemies topple one by one
as if flicked over
he watches from the stands
as the crowd cheers for her
but he's calm amidst their storm
blue eyes take note
not wavering for a second
he's transfixed
A/N: Written for the If You Dare Challenge over on Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges in response to the prompt 'Graceful Dance'.