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Siddie hummed a little and moved with Sammy; even if Sammy had been clumsier, she'd been taught in her dance lessons how to gracefully avoid a partner's feet. The fact that Sammy had worn heels at Siddie's request, had practiced and tried hard, meant a lot. Sometimes there were misunderstandings, sometimes they didn't see eye to eye, but Sammy wanted Siddie to be happy and she did what she could to help. Sammy cared, and that was what mattered. That was better than a date with a rockstar any day.

“SEE YA YOUR HIGHNESS!” Hel cried after West, and then looked back at Bella. “He just touched us with his rod…” She had a flat face. “…Does that mean we are knighted?” She grinned then, and watched as Bella made motions over to Mort…Hel wished she knew a way to sign to the undead ‘this is my ghoulfriend now come and fight me for her’ BUT ALAS. Besides…she was distracted once Bella pulled a move anyways.

Hel was totally thinking of a slow dance when she came to dance with Bella…but you know what…this whole fast thing was definitely better. It was…energetic and…bouncy and…perky and…yeah. “Ha! If anyone else wants the queen, they will have to fight me for her now.” She winked, and met the ghoul’s challenge.

"We are already royalty, I do not think you can knight royalty, rod touching or not." The witch replied with a very serious look, one that indicated how seriously she took her newly appointed role. But it was impossible to keep the face long as the witch began to giggle incessantly. Hel was going to dance with her!
But with the first move Hel made, the witch gave her a tutting noise and wagged her sceptor at her.
"Oh come now, you can do better than that!"
With that the witch wiggled quite seriously at her, before she noticed the singer pointing at Hel. And who was that drumming? She looked really familiar, and her dress was ridiculously pretty, but no name came to mind

Wait, what? The witch continued to wiggle, but she titled her head at her dance partner.
"What babe?"

Aw Bella, you knew how to push Hel’s buttons. She could do better than that! But you had to remember, Queen or not, this was still a school dance and thus rated PG-13. Sadness.

The reaper immediately froze though as JD pointed at her, very much looking like a naughty scareling who was just caught with her hand in a spookie jar. She then pointed back at the Rockstar, out of reflex really, and parroted Belladonna. “WHAT BABE?” Except much louder.

Not one to leave Bella hanging though, Hel was quick to get back to showing the ghoul her moves…

Mort did not complain whatsoever that he was needing to wait out another song. For he was getting a show of two ghouls dancing on each other, and one of them was his ghoulfriend--A++ you guys keep going.

A doll tried to join them, twirling at their knees with a giggle.

The other was trying to locate Amrita.

"Ah...I'm Amrita. It's nice to met you Etzer." The Patchwork flushed when he kissed the back of her hand, and his explanation was met with a small smile. "Are you sure that's all it was?" She glanced between the other two present, but when the offer to dance reached her ears she turned to look at the Blue boil once more. "Ah...I would love to--" Her gaze shifted, spotting something in the crowd just behind Etzer.

One of Mort's magicked dolls, the one that looked the most like herself, was toddling towards her, grinning and holding out her sleeves.

"---Take a raincheck on that. Please excuse me, I have to avoid that thing to save my hair." She pointed at the doll accusingly, sounding honestly apologetic; she hated turning people down. It was rude, but...she didn't want to lose her hair! "I'll be back for that dance though, I promise!" She waved her fingers at the trio. "I hope you enjoy the rest of Prom!"

Then she scampered away as fast as her awkward feet would allow, just in time to avoid the little doll that was searching for her.

Her hasty escape took her to the food table, where a certain Igor was busy tidying it up. The Patchwork Doll paused long enough to put her hands on her hips, frowning at the sight. When he didn't seem to notice her right away, she took a step or two closer to him, reaching out to get his attention with a light tap his hunch.

The remaining snacks had been carefully rearranged to best utilize the space. Empty cups people had left around and emptied plates and dirtied forks had been thrown away, and he was just carefully pressing out the wrinkles in the table cloth when the little slap to his hunch made the Igor jump.

Christof flinched back from the table before spotting Amrita, his face paling.

"Was-not-working!" He signed quickly. He swore he wasn't! This... was fun to him, alright?

Anna belatedly realized that Johnny Danger was on stage, and thus - by the code of teenaged ghouls and of Freya being her friend - she was obligated to pay attention. At least a little. "Look, it's Johnny Danger," she said, stopping in her dance and turning to point at the stage. "Freya says he's a real man... whatever that means." She gave the boil on stage a vaguely skeptical look, and tried to summon up even an iota of the emotion Freya so easily displayed.

Hrm.

"Do you like his music?" she asked, after a moment.