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Cassirin 
There was a feast about to happen. Speech making. Loads of people being soppy and emotional and so boring, like this was the end of the world or something, when it was really just the start of freedom for two whole months. No tears required. There were lots of things about to happen, but at the moment, there was a very empty hallway, and a Dottie.
And there was a spinning Dot, turning fouettés like a furious little top, red hair tossing into a cloud with each whip of her extended leg, and then she was up on demi-pointe and around again. What was her father called her? A Fizzing Whizbee.
Cutty had just finished hiding the last of them for the years incoming when he turned to enter the Great Hall. He sharply stopped in the entrance way in time to see the glint of light bouncing off of Wojack-Gusey's red hair. Which was whipping in a controlled manner much like her leg. He felt his hand tighten around he hilt of his wand and was about to cast finite, thinking that someone had casted a dancing spell on Goosey. Then he recalled Agatha doing the very same move years ago.
Ah. That was ballet. And...
Ah. That was intentional.
Cutty let go of the hilt of his wand and what followed in the silence after the soft pittering of footwork was slow polished clapping. "
Did Agatha show yew 'er moves?" His favourite frenemy had meant to do a dance class, but he hadn't followed up on it. Although he'd meant to. Cutty would learn ballet. He'd been totally willing
and probably still was. "
I would offer yer whizzbees ter get a bit of levitation, booht I'm afraid I've sold the business."