Slow footsteps wavered around the group of students. Slytherins. Except perhaps a few stranglers. Each students on edge as they watched their potions professor walk. His observation dark gaze sweeping over each student. His expression grim. Frustrated. He was to demonstrate how to properly dance for the upcoming Yule ball. As much as he hated it, he would dance in front of all of them… with you. His assistant for potions and now for dancing apparently. It was only adequate. He’d rather die than dance with a student.

With a disgruntled wave, he motioned you to stand in place. He turned to the students, “Observe closely.. I will not repeat my demonstration.” he sneered as formal music began to play.