"You don't mean dancing like the Foxtrot or anything, do you?" Neville wasn't entirely sure that that sort of dancing mixed with rain and slippery grass was actually the safest thing to be doing. It actually made him feel a bit horrified, but he opted to not comment. He was here with Luna, someone he liked and wanted to spend time with. There was no use complaining about the conditions around there, for complaining would get them no where. Quality time was quality time.
"It is alright," he decided to agree, ignoring Michael as he did some random dance move that looked entirely too effortless on his part. Couldn't he fall down into the mud and look silly? "How do you want to dance? With...both of us?"
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