Location: Dance Class | Company: Fin
#cf3476 Speaking | #cf71af Thinking
When Agnes had asked–begged, to be put in dance class against her parents’ wishes she hadn’t actually expected it to happen. She was certain the head of the school would refuse and she would be resigned to a life of strict lessons and forced obedience. And yet here she was, standing in a classroom that looked more like her dance lessons back home than the performances she had looked in on. She should have known better than to get her hopes up.
It didn’t help that she felt immediately over dressed. The rest of the students were either in casual wear or something that looked akin to training clothes, and here she was dressed in a long skirt and ruffled button up. It was the closest thing to casual clothing she had, other than her pajamas, and she didn’t think wearing those to class would be acceptable. She made an internal promise to get out and buy more casual clothes as soon as she could.
Where she would get the funds or chance was a matter for another time.
The rest of the class was already paired off and getting started. She’d managed to catch enough of the steps to recognize the choreography from some of the parties her parents would throw to celebrate victories during the war. It was a small mercy, but not one she was willing to ignore. Any advantage to make this go over smoothly.
A quick glance at her partner helped take the edge off as well. He was taller than her by a good foot, but he looked kind, especially compared to some of the other students in this school. She smiled politely, grateful that someone else looked as nervous as she felt. Dancing with a partner that wasn’t her instructor would be a new experience.
"The pleasure is all mine,” she offered. The rehearsed response coming out of her mouth with practised ease. All the time spent in front of her mirror was worth the trouble. She moved to take his offered hand before he pulled away. There was a moment where a spike of fear shot through her. Fear that this was all a ruse and that she had just been placed in this dance class to be made fun of. That the Headmistress only agreed to her request on the behalf of her parents. One final humiliation to cement her punishment.
His quiet admission was a surprise. Agnes’ sigh of relief melted her fear away in an instant. Strange powers and uncertainty, she could work with. Her own powers threw her off from time to time, and the thrill of seeing what someone else could do put a smile back on her face.
“Luckily for the both of us I recognise the steps.” Agnes held out her own hand to shake in offering.
“And just Agnes is fine. Do you prefer Finlay or Fin? I’m still getting used to names here.”That was putting it mildly. Names were just one of the few things she was getting used to here. Being the one to help calm someone’s nerves was becoming a close second.
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