"Gentleman," All eyes were on Kettleburn, Anna wondered exactly how this man was going to teach them how to dance a proper waltz when he only had one real leg and a metal contraption for a hand.

"Please, find a partner, we will be working on steps today." The crowd soon split off, boys and girls standing next to their chosen dance partner.

"Anna?" she looked up to see Newt, "Come to woo me with your wonderful dancing again?" she teased, he rolled his eyes.

"Come on." He hauled her up and off the bleachers.

"Wonderful, now that you all have a partner. Gentleman, your left arm should be raised so that the elbow is slightly lower than the shoulder and the elbow is bent sharply so that the left forearm slopes upwards and slightly forward from elbow to hand." Around the room students shuffled and Newt felt his courage dwindling.

"Come on, this isn't the most awkward thing we've done. Remember second year when…" he placed a hand over her mouth, shaking his head as he placed his arm how Kettleburn had instructed.

"Now, the lady will then place the fingers of her right hand between the thumb and first fingers of the man's left hand. The man's fingers then close loosely over the side of the woman's right hand." Anna giggled as Newts face dusted with pink. Kettleburn's eyes scanned the room, a few of the students seemed to struggle so he stepped in to help.

"Wonderful, Now, the Man's right arm sloped slightly downwards from shoulder to elbow and the hand is placed comfortably on the Lady's shoulder blade. The Lady's left arm is then placed comfortably on the man's right arm with her left hand resting lightly on the man's right arm just below the shoulder." The hold was the easiest part of the Waltz but also easily the most embarrassing considering that the current batch of students was packed full of awkwardness and developing hormones.

"Now…" Professor Kettleburn flicked his wand towards the Gramophone in the corner and a soft melody began.

"Men step forward with your left foot, ladies, step back with your right." Each pair did as instructed.

"It would just be easier to enchant a pair of shoes…" Newt choked back a laugh, "Ladies, step forward with your left foot and men step back with your right." Shuffling feet filled the room once again.

"No, just repeat to the music, start slow, do not step on your partners' feet." Newt and Anna moved back and forth to the music, him watching his feet and her staring off at the wall.

"No, no, no. look at your partner, you'll mis-step if you don't." Now both of their faces turned red as their eyes met.

"Wonderful, now try moving to the music. Nothing to be shy about." Maybe not in his opinion, he had no idea of their history. Newt stepped forward first, leading her around the floor.

"Well, he might be a bit cooky when it comes to teaching about magical creatures…but he certainly knows what he's talking about with dancing."

"I expect he'll be retiring before long." Neither knew it would be decades before the man did finally leave Hogwarts behind him. Finally Kettleburn announced lessons were over.

"Well done, everyone, you'll be ready for the ball in no time at all!" Anna had written home to inform her parents of the ball they'd written back that they'd send her some dress options.

"Have you got a suit?"

"Why?"

"Well, obviously the champions lead us in…" he looked startled by the news.

"No one told you?" she shook her head, poor Newt had no idea.

"Someone…may have mentioned it once…" she laughed, "You'd lose your head if it weren't attached, you know?"

"I'd say you were right…but that would be admitting defeat." Anna laughed and shook her head.

"Yes, and we all know, the great, Newton Artemis Fido Scamander, never admits defeat."

'No, never. Because if I did then who'd save the damsel in distress?"

"I see no damsels in distress." As soon as the words left her mouth she tripped over her feet and hit the ground. Newt looked like he was about to comment but she stopped him.

"Not. A. Word. Saving me from my self is not a rescue."

"But saving you from the harsh, unforgiven floor would have been." She scowled playfully and dusted herself off.

"All right then, Mr. Hero, maybe I'll give you a reason to save me." And with no further words Anna left the ballroom leaving a very confused Newt behind her.

"Wait…What are you going to do!?" he hurried after her, grabbing his satchel as he ran.

"If you have to ask, it wouldn't be a rescue." Stopping fr a moment to let her words sink in he shook his head.

"Nope, really going to need an answer, Anna."

"Well, you won't get one, Newt." She teased as she started climbing the stairs.

"I don't like you when you're cryptic."

"I don't like you when you get cocky."

"I'm never cocky."

"Blasphemy."

"When have I ever been cocky?"

"you were cocky in the ballroom."

"I think the word you're looking for is suave."

"If that's suave, then I'm a baboon's uncle." Newt just looked confused, what did baboon's have to do with anything? Too bad the unsuspecting boy had no idea what the next task actually entailed.

"Anna." Leta's voice stirred her from her thoughts, she'd been working on her charms essay in the furthest back corner of the library.

"Wow, you'd think the hat would have put you in Ravenclaw, with all the books you're using." Anna finally looked up, "Sorry, I'm a bit stressed, we're working on charms with multiple uses."

"Oh, I finished that one yesterday, I did mine on the disillusionment charm."

"I'm doing mine on protective charms in general, because they all sort of work together. So, what did you seek me out for?"

"The Yule ball, I was thinking of asking Newt's brother, do you think he'd go for me?"

"Theseus? That's hard to say, Leta. I'm pretty sure he'll be taking his reflection seeing as he thinks he's the best thing since slice bread." Leta stared at the brunette in confusion, "What?"

"Well you know…he's just a bit…arrogant and pig headed. Honestly, I think you should go with someone from one of the other schools.

"Really? You think I should go with a foreign date?"

"Of course, it might make your night more interesting, and maybe you'll even learn something." Leta scrunched up her nose.

"Ew, who'd want to learn when we're supposed to be having fun?"

"Ah, Always the Slytherin, Leta." Anna teased closing the book she was looking at.

"Well, we are elitists, my dear muggle-born friend. So, are you planning to go with anyone."

"Honestly? I'm not sure I want to go."

"You have to go!" the librarian shushed them and Leta blushed, "You have to go, Anna. If my date is awful, I need to have someone to talk to."

"You'll have Newt, champion attendance is mandatory."

"I figure Newt will ask you before too long, you two are probably the most anticipated couple in school." Anna laughed, "Ah, so you didn't hear about last year?"

"Yeah, actually…I've been meaning to apologize for taking up so much of his time, I guess I was just jealous of how close you two are and—"

"You were jealous…of me?" the brunette had to admit she was surprised, "I was actually jealous of you when the two of you started spending so much time together, I felt kind of left out."

"Well, there is nothing to be jealous of. Newts made it pretty clear he's not interested in me, when we'd hang out he'd ramble about you and how he loved your eyes." Anna blushed, her eyes were generally what people hated most, and she never understood why.

"He likes my eyes?" her tone was very skeptical.

"That and the way your hair changes depending on how you feel. Even I have to admit that's amazing, I've never met a Metamorphmagus before. Oh, is that the time?" Anna and Leta's eyes trailed to the clock.

"I have to get to potions, I'll see you later, Anna. And don't tell newt I told you, I was supposed to keep it all a secret."

"No worries, Leta. Now go or you'll be late." She watched the Dark-skinned girl leave the library behind, closing her book and following suit.