Isn't This a Ball?

[Aminia Rosendale]

Aminia stepped with paced strides into the great hall, prepared for the dance that she'd heard so much about. Mini hadn't thought anything about grabbing a date, that mattered nothing to the girl. She'd almost always done her dancing solo, as ballet had called for. This of course would mainly consist of ballroom, which she had studied, only to become horrified when she walked in and there were people dancing crazily to the jumpy music that was on. The girl's golden eyes narrowed, and she tapped her left ballet flat against the ground. This was rubbish. The part-veela stormed over toward the punch table. She'd parch her thirst with something and perhaps then she might find somewhere to grab the spotlight with her dancing - after all she did love being watched while dancing.