Written for the 100 stories under 100 words challenge by ErynPotter.
I used the prompt Dance.
Word-count: 100
Dudley slouched through the doorway with Piers short after.
They had been shopping. Dudley wanted to hit something, something.
"I will take care of your dashing suit!" Petunia called after her son. She admired the outfit. He was growing up so fast!
"I hate shopping…" Dudley muttered. Threw himself down on the bed.
Piers took a seat on Dudley's desk-chair.
"You got a nice suit…"
Dudley rolled his eyes. "Meh…"
"Do you know how to dance?" Piers asked.
"No, why would I? And I actually don't want to touch my date."
"Why not?"
Dudley started to look mad. "Never mind…"
