Delilah walked into the classroom. "Hello, Professor." She said with a smile. She walked over to the small crowd of people and stood nearby. She knew no one and honestly didn't wanna be here but she forced herself to try it anyways.

Carter entered the Great Hall. He didn't see Marie yet. And she was the only reason he was there. He wouldn't embarrass her (or himself) at the ball if he could help it. Yes, he'd much rather embarrass her here.

Selena noticed that Alex had sat next to her. She still wanted to be friends. "About charms class... I'm really sorry," Selena said sincerely. She really hadn't meant to get her into trouble or anything. She really hadn't. She then noticed Emma. "Hey Emma," Selena greeted with a smile as she too sat down there.

Keeley giggled, brushing back her white blonde hair. Professor Vindictus ballroom dancing? Teehee. "Nope." Her thoughts drifted back to the lesson. Gah, this would be painful. Luckily she was wearing tights, so that the bruises from tripping and falling wouldn't be visible. "So, are you planning on going to the ball?" Keeley probably wouldn't, unless someone asked her. Partying in the empty common room sounded fun. Maybe Emily could snatch some food from the kitchens.

What was it with girls and the whole eye rolling thing? Oliver merely smirked at Trixie. He totally believed what he just said. The better you could move, the better you would do on the pitch... like it was a ballet – but he didn't voice this cos, ya know, he didn't want to sound like a complete moron. “Ooooh.” He said in high pitched tone like a woman and held up his imaginary handbag with both hands as Trixie went off on one. “S'why you here if you can dance already?” He asked her. To be a gigantic show off like him? Pfft... Slytherins. Heh.

He then spotted Miranda creeping into the room and gave her a smile, about to say something about not expecting her to be here when he felt a tap to the shoulder. He turned to see... Sarah! Oh ho ho ho. A massive grin curled up his lips at her words. “Then why are you here?” He whispered to the prefect. If he'd been a girl he would have rolled his eyes at her. heh. “Look.. come here.” he said and took her by the hand and twirled her around. “There's nothing to worry about. ...Miranda's over there. You can't be any worse than her.” He teased and nodded at the Huffie Captain. "Go stand next to her if you want to look better." Oh that was mean, but he was just teasing. Sarah knew him well enough to know this by now, surely.

Trixie rolled her eyes again as he did some female impression or whatever it was that he was attempting to do. "Oh come on Oliver why'd you think?" she asked. "Probably for the exact same reasons you are" she smirked. "Number one I want to see what everyone else is like at dancing and that includes you, and number 2 well I need an opportunity to show and brush off my skills right?" she said with a smile plastered on her face. "Now don't tell me that is not why your here because I know it is" she smiled teasingly. "So what styles of dance are you trained in?" she asked. She'd list off hers but it might take the whole lesson. But ballet and Musical theatre were her main ones.

A dance lesson? She really didn't know what to think of it. Melanie was no dancer. She was fairly sure she didn't even have the grace for it. However, the girl was willing to give it a try. It could be fun... if she didn't fall or anything like that.

Melanie slipped into the room, looking to and fro quickly. She moseyed in a few more steps, chewing her lip, and contemplating it for a moment, but deciding, finally, to stay.

Dancing.

Sureeee, why not? Gilderoy must have been an amazing dancer back in his days, Treyen could give it a go. Though, he knew little of dancing, but he DID know that there was music involved.

There we go. It had music, it couldn't be wrong, right?

He walked inside, sporting a wide smile, and...why was the Flying Professor here? "Hello sir!" he said, and, well, stood there, inside, doing nothing, just waiting. Yeah.

William chuckled when Keeley giggled, his eyes light. Dancing was something he wouldn't normally do, but wasn't school all about new experiences, and this would definitely be a new experience. "Neither did I." he replied, shaking his head in amusement. His loose fitting jeans would be a problem he mused, bending don to tuck the hems under his blue and solver socks so he wouldn't trip over them. "I think so. I mean it'll be good to see my cousin again." he replied sheepishly as he shrugged.

Demarcus needed dance lessons. He needed them big time.

The short Hufflepuff walked into the Great Hall, hands in his pockets. He wasn’t exactly pleased about the whole dance lesson thing, but Demarcus knew that his dancing needed some improvement. Even though the Chicken Dance was totally his thing, it just wouldn’t be enough to survive through the Alumni Ball. Of course winging the whole dancing thing was an option, but it would not have been very pretty at all with how much of a klutz he could be.

Hanging around the crowd toward the back, Demarcus made sure that there were plenty of tall boys and girls in front of him. It was his master plan to make himself invisible the best he possibly could. Doing so wasn’t much of a challenge for him as he was rather short for his age. Thank Merlin for not having a growth spurt … ever.

And whether being short was a good thing at a time like this would be determined if the hawk-like Professor Vindictus spotted him and made him dance in front of everyone. Gulp. That would not be good at all.

GAH! Why couldn’t there be better hiding places in the Great Hall?!

Grayson hadn't really decided if she wanted dance lessons, since they didn't seem as fun as half the other things she'd gotten into this term. Some of which, like dueling club, were actually allowed. But she was part of the decorations commitee, so she figured that meant she should go to the ball. And maybe it would be better to know what she was doing before she went, since she figured she'd have to do more than just annoy people while she was at the event. So, dance lessons it was.

Entering the Great Hall, she looked around at the others inside with interest, especially since there were a lot of older students there. She would have thought they should know stuff like this. Oh well. And then she saw that Professor Vindictus was teaching the lesson, and she stifled a giggle. Maybe flying and Quidditch fit in with dancing, but she thought it was weird that he was teaching this. And she wondered who he'd demonstrate with, since she didn't see any of the female professors there. I wonder if he's gonna dance by himself?, she thought, as she went back to looking at the students. She may as well find someone to talk to until things started. She saw William over talking to another Ravenclaw girl, and thought about if she wanted to go there, but then she saw a glimpse of someone hiding behind other students and a mischievous grin split her face.

Bouncing over, she poked Demarcus in the side. "You know hiding like that is just going to backfire. right? Like, people'll get suspicious and call you out," she commented. He looked even more uncomfortable than she thought she was, but then her excuse was more just that she'd never thought about dancing at all. Maybe his klutz thing was his problem, but that wasn't stopping her. She'd get on his case as long as they managed to stay unnoticed. She just hoped the professor didn't try to use her as an example. Tiny people looked weird dancing, as far as she was concerned, and she definitely fit that description.

omygosh.
Annie's excitement, could be seen. So her nerves. The girl had no clue of how to dance. She just liked to sing, something she had learned to do with Emiliano, something she quite enjoyed, anyways...even though the fact that her instructor was her biggest enemy in the family at that time, but anyways.

She entered the great hall, trembling. She waved to professor Vindictus and smiled, not being able to talk one single word out of her mouth. She immediately sat down then looked around. She knew no one. Gosh...

Keeley took her sunglasses that perched rather uselessly on her head and tucked them into her bag. This whole dancing thing would be... strange. Strange was definately the word. Instead of the usual Hogwarts chaos, there'd be... even more chaos. She giggled, "Who's your cousin?" Yess... Keeley took most things literally. Now when was this dance class thing starting, anyway?

Jacob walked down to the dance lessons with his eyes glued to the floor. He Could NOT Dance! This was going to be such an embarrasment. This was going to just be terrible... Why did he come?!? But it was better to embarrass himself here then get to the ball (if he even goes) and embarrass himself there. Seeing Vindictus Jacobs mood lifted a bit, but then lower again as he mumbled "Hello Professor" He might need to do this but he definantly didn't want to do this.

"She used to go to Hogwarts before I came." he explained face smoothing out. "She warned me about how weird this school was but she was underestimating it I think." he added chuckling as he shook his head. "She's married with a little girl now." he went on proudly. Crossing his arms loosely, his bag now on the floor in front of him he asked, "Do you have any relatives that came here?" he was curious after all and he was waiting for the lesson to begin.

Brant walked into the area for dancing. He looked around to find Miranda, for this would be the perfect time to dance with her and to ask her "Formally" to the Ball.

More eye rolling? Oliver cocked an eyebrow, then smirked at Trixie's admission. So she came here to see his awesome dancing skillz? Figured. Hehe! “So... to show off basically.” He said summarising her looooong reply.

He shrugged when she pointed the finger at him but turned his head to gape at her when she asked him... what styles of dance he was trained in!? Like, what? Errrmm... “I can do an awesome John Travolta.” He replied. Oh dear – he wasn't trained in any styles. “And Michael Jackson.” Should he demonstrate? He looked around at the other students and back at Trixie. Nahhh...

“I suppose you're going to tell me what you can do now?” He asked raising his eyebrows expectantly, smirk in place.

Trixie shook her head. "No not to show off, to simply express what skills I may have in the dancing department" she told him. yeah in other words showing off but it sounded better that way. And besides she didn't exactly want to 'show off' she just wanted to have fun and dancing is what she found to be fun.

Trixie laughed as he explained what dancing he did. "So basically your trained in nothing?" she asked an eyebrow raised. "Well go on Mr Greenwood, I would love to see your John Travolta" whoever he was. She indicated to a space around her teasingly. "So your self taught then?" she asked. "That's not actually a bad thing for once. Provided of course you can dance" she grinned evilly. Now she was just convincing him to dance for her.

"How long do you have?" she asked jokingly as he said about telling him what she was trained in. "Ballet is the main one. But I posses training in modern, lyrical, jazz, tap, pointe, street dance, street jazz, contemporary, disco, ballroom, latin and Irish" she finished with a smile. There you go!

Having slowly walked off to stand by a big flowerpot, Miranda looked around and soon enough, her already gnarled thumb nail went between her teeth again.

Chew chew CHEW.

Ack!

Among the crowd, she spotted Sarah! Saraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! She would save her - they could run off together. Bahaha!
And she was standing there talking to Oliverrr! Oh...he would be showing off, no doubt. She could feel the smirks and that annoying laugh he had coming her way. Sigh. Though she was a bit curious to see how well he could dance.

She was just about to walk over to both of them, but she noticed Brant had just walked in and she couldn't help but smile. Oh... Eeeeh. Wait, this was bad, right? He might see her dance! Eeeeeeeek!
Fidgeting on the spot for a moment, she gave herself a kick in the behind and calmed herself to go greet the boy - walking to stand behind him.

"Good Day, Captain DeVaice." She smiled, waiting for him to turn around.

Heh...hope he can dance. Because she sure couldn't. Probably.

Well, this was awkward.

Destiny had wandered into the Great Hall, hoping to find some food. Instead, she found herself in the middle of a congregation of some sort. Professor Vinny was there, along with a record player. He..wasn't going to sing was he!?

Oh Merlin!

It was those dancing lessons she had told herself she was not going to go to! Being to late to haul out of the Hall, heh, she spotted Evelyn. She kept her head low, so she wouldn't be seen, and walked over to her friend. "I forgot this was today."

She was still hungry though.

Still looking around the room, peaking around corners. I guess his "Bel" was much more sneakier then him. He heard a lovely voice behind him and he jumped, and turned around quickly. "Hey "Bel". I was just looking for you." he said while winking at her and Taking her hand.

"This is going to be alot of fun, a dance lesson." he said while laughing.

"Oh isn't that Oliver. Did you want to go stand with them before this starts." Then he noticed that she had been chewing on her finger nails again. "Hmm. I think I remember her telling me that she wasn't the best dancer, maybe shes nervous" he thought. Leaning over closer to her Brant whispered

"Don't worry, Im an excellent dancer, and I wouldn't want to be embarrassed so Im going to try extra hard for the both of us" he said while chuckling.

Lysandra walked into the Great Hall for the dance lessons nervous. She had never danced before, but she wanted to learn. Since they had a ball coming up, she thought that it wouldn't hurt to try. Lets hope I dont make a fool of myself she thought as she passed the Professor. Good day, Professor she said as she passed him and took a seat somewhere.

Vanessa walked inside the Great Hall for the dance lessons. She was a bit nervous but someone had recommended it to her and it seemed like a good idea...right? She took a seat and saw Trixie. She didn't think it was a good idea to go over and talk to her seeming as she was talking to someone else right now.

Emmy walked into the Great Hall, and stopped in surprise - she hadn't expected there to be that many people! - but she wasn't surprised to see that there were more girls than boys...
She gave Prof. Vindictus a cheery "Hello, Professor! Great lesson the other day!", and wandered over to the nearest wall. It wasn't that she was nervous of dancing, she had lessons at home, it was just that she was so dreadfully shy with new people, boys in particular - but she did so want to go to the ball, and she wanted a boy to invite her, so, she supposed, there was no other way, really. She would just have to conquer her nerves, and get on with it.

Theo slipped into the Great Hall quietly, hoping not to be noticed too much. He hadn’t had a lot of practice dancing so the less attention he drew to himself the better.

Scanning the room, hoping to find someone he knew, his eyes landed on Annie. He didn’t know her that well but a familiar face in this situation is very comforting. Still being as inconspicuous as possible Theo made his way over to where Annie was sitting.

“Hey,” He said softly, waving and taking the seat next to her. “This looks fun.” Theo added sarcastically, looking around the room.