Day Seventeen
Prompt: Dancing
"You should have asked someone," Angelina told George as they watched the four champions and their dates dancing. "I could have found someone for you." She smoothed her purple dress over her hips and glanced around the room.
"There wasn't anyone I wanted to ask," George replied as he watched Dumbledore cut a wide path on the dance floor with Madam Maxime.
"Angelina, would you get us some punch?" Fred said as he raised one eyebrow. Angelina smiled knowingly and left. "George, you could have asked Pell. You should have at least talked to her. Have you talked to her?"
George shook his head. "I told her I loved her, Fred. She didn't feel the same way. What else is there to say?" He glanced down at his hands and curled them into fists.
"Maybe she was scared. Maybe she's just as devastated about this as you are." Fred had been noticing that Capella didn't have the same spark she used to. "Look at her," he said, pointing to where Capella was dancing with a boy from Durmstrang. He was talking rapidly while she nodded half-heartedly. "She looks really nice in that dress. But she doesn't look very happy." Fred was right, Capella looked beautiful in her pale gold dress, but she looked sad. "Go talk to her," Fred said, gently pushing his brother in Capella's direction.
George didn't want to go talk to Capella but he knew he should. He swallowed hard and straightened his lapels before making his way over to Capella. He reached the pair just as the song was ending. George laid his hand gently on her wrist and she turned towards him. "Hi, Pell."
"George, hi," she said, a note of surprise in her voice.
"You look incredible," George said.
The Durmstrang boy Capella was with cleared his throat loudly. "Capella," he said firmly. George immediately hated him. He hated the way the boy said Capella's name, like she belonged to him.
"Oh, yes," Capella said as her face flushed. "This is Darko Radimir. Darko, this is George Weasley." She looked at George intently, as if she was waiting for him to say something.
Darko glanced from George to Capella and rolled his eyes. "Capella, let's go for a walk," he said, his accent thick. He snaked his arm around her waist.
She nodded hesitantly up at him. "Oh, okay." Darko started to lead her away and she twisted to look at George. George felt a little glimmer in his heart. He took a step towards her just as Darko's arm slipped lower on her waist. The glimmer disappeared and George stopped mid-stride. It was too late.