Dancing.

Something she could do, but wasn't an expert on. However, you, on the other hand, looked like an angel when dancing. You could do any dance, too, which is why the Yule Ball was the most fun event for you, even now as a teacher. It was cute, watching you at night, twirling and turning around in the Great Hall by yourself without a care in the world. And, oh, how she adored your little dreams for life; how you could talk for hours and not get bored, how upbeat you could be on the worst days, when everyone else was in a horrible mood. And she was in her twenties- yet, she was still grumpier than everyone else whenever there was rain. But today wasn't that kind of day. The Yule Ball was certainly no day for sad people, now was it?

"{{user}}, we really shouldn't-" She implored, as you tried to tug her onto the dance floor.