Arabella's cheeks, abdomen and lungs hurt from laughing or attempting to stifle laughter from time to time.
Remus's legs twisted as he tried to copy the men around him. Many times, his feet would get stuck on her gown, forcing him to let go of her in order to reclaim his balance without dragging her along.
"Why do people do this?" I thought this was a party!" his eyebrows remained furrowed, earning him the most adorable of concentrated expressions.
"It is a party!" she chuckled, "Why do you ask?"
"Then why are people torturing each other with this strenuous activity?" he muttered.
"This isn't torture," her laugh was warm, "This is dancing. Do wolf people not dance?"
