A/N: In my summary, notice how I said these drabbles aren't related? I lied. This one is a companion drabble to 'Dance'.
Music
"Why are you dancing without any music?"
"It tends to distract me when I'm practicing." His voice had never sounded any snobbier.
A tiny giggle-snort slipped out of Luna's mouth.
"Is there something funny about my methods of preparation?"
"Oh, no, nothing at all…"
"Was that sarcasm, Lovegood!"
"No, of course not."
"I'd like to see you dance while thinking about social humiliation and ostracism because you can't tap two feet on a stable floor; and adding to that, while listening to the horrendous vocalizations of a thirty-something year old hack who can't fit into her worn out and old teenage robes that are half her size!"
No breaths were taken during the pronunciation of those two sentences.
Only Theodore's nerves were harmed.
His only response from Luna was that of rambunctious laughter and uncontrollable rolling on the floor.