Originally Posted by Audux254

Eris looked around awkwardly, "Erm....I can waltz?" The young first year, who now that she was dressed in sweatpants and a loose shirt for the class, was almost indistinguishable from a little boy.

Coming from a family where parties were often, she learned both the traditional waltz, and rather undefinable rave-like moves. Her cousin could do a mean tango, which she had seen multiple occasions but would never try for herself. If there was one good thing that came from these parties, it was that her Aunt made the best muffins that one could eat. Eris would love nothing more than sneaking to the back of the room engulfing a few of them when she got the chance.