He is surprisingly graceful. With a smile, Lavender remembers Seamus at the Yule Ball, tripping over his own feet and stomping on hers. Secretly, as he spins her around, she wonders what's changed.
"You look beautiful," he whispers, kissing her scarred cheek as they slow to a stop with the fading music.
At the Yule Ball, he'd been too awkward to say anything more than, "I reckon we should dance, huh?" and "Fancy a snog in the shrubbery? No?"
Lavender can't fight the grin that spreads across her face as she rests against his shoulder.
At the Yule Ball, she'd wanted the night to end so that they could go their separate ways, and so that she could lie to Parvati about how much fun they'd had. But now, she finds herself thinking that she wouldn't mind staying in his arms forever.