chapter twenty.
CHAPTER TWENTY, 'TIS EPIC.
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I had no idea what to expect in this dance lesson, the only types of dance I could think of were jigging, tangoing, flamingoing and boogying, and I couldn't imagine McGonagall teaching any of those.
I couldn't decide whether or not to go. At first I wanted to, just to prove that I'm not always clumsy on my feet. Then I decided that I'd just make a fool of myself. Then I realized that I shouldn't care what other people think. And then I remembered that I'll be with these people until I finish school.
All that flip-flopping made me wake up before dawn, then toss and turn until sun rise, and then get up before anyone else in Gryffindor and sit in the Common Room.
I don't know why it was such a big decision for me, but it seemed almost like this dance class could be...a turning point, maybe. I had never found anything that I was particularly good at, and somehow this seemed like an opportunity that I had to take.
I decided.
When I went back up to my dormitory, Seamus and Harry were both getting dressed, and Dean was just starting to wake up. (Ron was fast asleep, snoring louder than a Crumple-Horned Snorkack.) I dressed carefully, and even took a stab at my hair by combing it through a couple times.
I headed down to the Great Hall with the others for breakfast. When everyone had finished eating and people were beginning to swarm out of the Great Hall, I casually hung back, pretending to take a long time tying my shoe.
Finally, I figured that everyone who would make fun of me if I stayed for a lesson was gone, and brought my head up. I looked around to see who was still there...there were about five people from each house. Some older Slytherin girls were there, two couples, all from Ravenclaw, one Hufflepuff bloke and four girls, and...my heart very nearly skipped a beat. When I looked around the Gryffindor table, there was just one older boy and his girlfriend, and Hermione. I smiled at her shyly, and Trevor croaked loudly from my pocket.