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sweetpinkpixie · 01-15-2015, 06:10 PM

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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Tiberius laughed, resting his hand on his husband's arm. "Alright, so maybe just some showing off that still lets me keep you to myself for a bit." It had not escaped him that Gabriel hadn't really properly been inside Hogwarts before, but Tiberius supposed there would be time to look around later.

He chuckled as Gabriel bowed. "All yours," he said, slipping one hand into Gabriel's waiting one and resting the other on his shoulder. As they danced, Tiberius looked at the enchanted ceiling, a faint smile on his face. He had spent some years at Beauxbatons, but Hogwarts was his school, even after all that had happened. "Would it be premature to say that I would want our not-yet-existent children to come here?"

Winking, because the French man really did not mind strutting around like a prized peacock if he had Tibs on his arm, he opted for a more classical dance style for the time being - even if it did not entirely match the music. A few pace and step adjustments here and there never hurt anyone. They could be flexible.

Twirling and side stepping to dip his husband, his eyes widened with what Tibs said next. NOT because he was against the thought and would rather the send their not-yet-existent children to Beauxbatons, but because the realization that that really would be a thing and SOON. Parents, the pair of them.

Realizing that he had left Tibs in full dip position for a bit longer than was socially acceptable, or comfortable for Gabriel's dancing partner, he quickly pulled his husband back upright. "B-b-bien sûr que non," he replied, slipping anxiously into his mother tongue as he pulled Tibs close to him to initiate a slow dance. "What I mean iz zat it iz not premature at all," he chuckled as he spun them slowly to the right.

*translator's note: "of course not"

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