Chapter 9
Dance Lessons with my mother
It was awkward, sitting on the bleachers in the great hall, my mother teaching Gryffindor house to dance. Just awkward. "All right. Gryffindor house has been known to be the best dancers at this ball since the beginning of Hogwarts. I will not let you all mess this up. Now, I will need a volunteer." She looked around the room and nobody raised their hand.
"Ah, James Potter. How about you?" Rose and I bursted out laughing as James went pale.
"W-what?" He stammered out, walking up to my mother. I took a quick picture of how awkward it looked. Somebody whistled.
"Yeah James!" My mother was only laughing.
"Alright, James. Put your hand on my waist..." "What?" He looked bewildered.
"Oh, James, just do it!" V yelled from next to me. "Yeah, c'mon James!" I yelled. He gave me a glare and I smiled back.
Rolling his eyes, James put his hand on my mother's waist. "Now just like this. One two three, one two three, one two three..." my mom's voice trailed off and she stepped back.
"Very good James. You can sit now. Oh, I've got a story for all of you, it's quite funny, actually. Rose an Hugo, it's about your father, Ron Weasley. It was in my 4th year and Professor McGonagall was teaching the house how to dance. Hermione Granger and I were sitting together on the girls side and Ron and Harry Potter on the boys side. McGonagall gave a speech and then asked for a volunteer. She picked on Ron to help and it was the funniest thing. He acted just like James did, right now, completely shocked and frightened maybe. I still tease him about it to this day, actually. Rose, you might want to write a letter to your father about it." She was laughing now and so was the whole house.
"I remember that Harry had told Gred and Forge, er excuse me, Fred and George Weasley to never let him forget that moment. I honestly think it was too precious to forget. Alright, enough with stories, time to practice. Boys and girls pair up!" James made his way over to me and bowed, holding out his hand. I curtsied and took hold of his hand. Together, we started the dance practice, being the first ones to actually dance. It was quite ironic if I thought about it clearly, but of course I didn't so that's okay.
