Pansy's Birthday present

45. Tarantallegra

“Remind me why we’re here?”

The bored expression on Blaise’s face matched that on Draco’s, as the pair stood in the doorway of the Parkinson mansion, surveying the scene.

It was Pansy’s seventeenth birthday, her coming of age, and it was meant to be celebrated in an appropriate fashion. Which meant, of course, this was a fete thrown for all the rich and pure wizarding families who were too busy gossiping and discussing the latest achievements of the Dark Lord to have any real fun.

“What do you say we go give Pansy her present now?” Draco suggested.

“But I thought we sent it off this morning…” Blaise paused for a moment, before lazily displaying his perfectly white teeth in a grin.

“Precisely. This party needs some livening up,” Draco voiced their thoughts, and together, they drew their wands, pointing them at Pansy.

“Tarantallegra!” They said together, and watched with satisfaction as Pansy’s high-heel clad feet began an impossibly fast jig around the dance floor.

Then, drawing a deep breath, they cupped their hands around their mouths.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”