Chapter 21: Fred and Roxanne
Coffee flavour: cinnamon viennese
Extra prompts: soap, melodrama, tickle
Fred gripped Roxanne's hand tightly and pulled her towards him, whirling and twirling around the dancefloor.
"Move your head," Fred muttered. "Your hair tickles."
"Oh, don't be so pathetic. Anyway, don't you like it? The shampoo's supposed to smell like cinnamon."
Fred sniffed. "Nope, it just kind of smells like soap."
Roxanne sighed at his stupidity and they twirled in silence for a while. Then Roxanne said: "I can't believe Mum's making us do this. I mean, dance classes are one thing, but ballroom dancing? Viennese waltz? What use is that going to be?"
"Don't be so melodramatic, Roxy. Anyway, you never know," Fred said, turning to the left and pulling his siter into a fleckerl, "it could come in handy."
"Yeah, like Dom's going to be impressed by your two-step," Roxanne scoffed.
"James might be, though."
"That's a low blow, Fred Weasley."
"'Tis what I'm famous for."
Oh yeah, I know my dance terms. Seven years of watching Strictly Come Dancing have finally paid off ;)
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