Some silly fluff. In this one they're about nine, and it's based on another otpprompts post.

Érzsebét huffed as she sat in the circle, crossing her arms and sulking in her leotard. Why didn't her dad ever listen? She asked for boxing lessons, not ballet. She'd wondered why her father looked so confused at the request, not paying too much attention at the time, until he'd driven her to the local church today and she'd noticed all the other children were coming in clutching ballet shoes and shoulder bags. Not a single boxing glove in sight!

No wonder her dad had looked at her like she'd hit her head: he'd misheard what she'd wanted to learn! That man tried, but he still hadn't learnt to pay attention properly. No wonder mum had left…

But he'd already paid for the first lesson, so insisted she tried it out because 'you never know, you might like it!'

Érzsebét was certain she wouldn't. She'd known that the moment she'd walked into the hall and a soft-voiced, elderly dance instructor Érzsebét could probably knock over with a fart asked for her name, introducing her to the class and telling her to sit in a circle with the other little girls and boys. And all she'd done so far was waiting for everyone to arrive.

She looked around at her classmates. They were a wishy-washy bunch, as she expected. No tough kid took ballet, right? Just little boys whose lunch money she could easily take and girls with far too many ringlets or long blonde hair tied up with scrunches.

Érzsebét just about died inside.

"Ah yes, I can assure you, Mr Edelstein, your son is perfectly safe here and well get along splendidly with the other children."

"I highly doubt the last part, I have to admit."

Érzsebét glanced over at this apparently difficult child, and wondered if she was seeing things.

Because by the door was an incredibly beautiful boy. He was smaller than her, slight with large violet eyes and a tiny mole. His deep brown hair stuck up awkwardly in places and… was that a cravat he was wearing? Érzsebét blinked. People still wore cravats?

The instructor led the boy to the circle and gestured for him to sit next to Érzsebét, who was clearly happier about the fact than he was, judging by how he kept nervously glancing to the door and squeaking for his 'Vati' to come back.

"Class, this is Roderich," the instructor told him, finally convincing 'Roderich' to sit down. Érzsebét would have made fun of his name, if she hadn't been staring at his face in detail, taking in his dimpled cheeks and long lashes.

"Okay, I think that's everyone now," the instructor continued, "now, today I want to start off with something simple. We'll be doing a few breathing and stretching exercises, have a snack break, then your parents should be back to pick you up.

"Okay, let's begin!"

After the lesson was over, the children- now filled up with biscuits and juice- spilled into the tiny car park to wait for their parents to collect them. Érzsebét, now thoroughly bored, glanced over at the instructor- who was in conversation with a mum- before skipping over to Roderich. The boy was avoiding the other students, sitting on a low wall and sulking. He was discretely eating from a packet of chewy sweets.

She decided to join him.

"This class is poopy, huh?" she began, climbing onto the wall with ease.

"Yes," Roderich regarded her with nervousness, inching away slightly, and Érzsebét was for once self conscious about her appearance. Was her hair too messy? Her clothes too muddy?

"I came here by accident," Érzsebét explained, "I wanted to go to boxing but my dad heard ballet instead. What about you? Do you like ballet?"

"I don't mind it," Roderich replied, quiet but clearly gaining confidence, "and my cousins are always pushing me into exercising more. This was the only day I had off too."

"From school and stuff?"

"Well," Roderich shrugged, "after school on Mondays and Thursdays, I have piano lessons. After school on Tuesdays its violin practice. Wednesday is choir practice. Fridays I help out in the school library, and on Sundays I have a tutor, so now I have ballet on Saturdays."

"Wow that's a lot!" Érzsebét exclaimed. "Don't you have any time for fun?"

"But I find those things fun," Roderich frowned.

"Fair enough."

"And do you have any hobbies?"

"Not really," Érzsebét shrugged, "just playing and stuff. I like exploring and playing soldiers with my friends."

"I've never done those things."

"Didn't think you had." Érzsebét glanced down at his sweet stash and quickly glanced away before he could notice.

Too slow.

Roderich thought for a moment before pulling out a chewy sweet ring and holding it out for Érzsebét.

"Here," he said, "have one."

"Wow, a wedding ring?" Érzsebét exclaimed, remembering what some of the children at school called them. She took the sweet and stuffed it into her mouth before he could change his mind. "Thanks!"

"You're welcome." Roderich gave a small smile.

"Does this make us married now?"

Roderich nearly fell off the wall. "Err, I guess. Possibly. Wow!"

"And is there anything I should do now you're my husband?"

"Protect me from children trying to beat me up?" Roderich gave a nervous smile. "That's all. And you look big and strong too!"

"I am!" Érzsebét flexed her muscles, grinning from ear to ear, "and I'll protect you!"

"Thank you," Roderich noticed his car pulling into the car park. He gave her a tiny, quick kiss on the cheek before climbing down and scampering off. Érzsebét brushed the place he'd kissed lightly with her fingertips before spotting her own father and bounding over to him.

"Well?" he asked, "did you enjoy yourself?"

"I did, actually," she smiled sweetly, "you were right. Can I come back next week?"