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Elliot couldn’t believe how fast the first semester had gone, so many classes and things to learn sometimes he felt like his brain was going to explode. But now it was already December and exams and the Yule Ball were right around the corner. He’d be happy when he and Lily had decided to go together but now, standing in front of one of the floor length mirrors of the art room, Elliot wasn’t so sure anymore.
By his count, the big thing you're supposed to do at balls was dancing, and El had never really danced in his life. So, here he was, in front of the mirror with a pamphlet he’d dug out of one of the shelves, learning to dance. Or, trying to learn to dance. He’d been trying for awhile, but he just couldn’t get the rhythm to match the steps. Or the steps with the right rhythm. He sighed, squinting at the pamphlet again as if re-reading it might suddenly make him get it.
“Okay,” he tried, giving himself another glance in the mirror, “You got this, just… One two three, One-” he stumbled, crossing right when he should have stepped forward and sighed. Maybe he was overthinking this. Maybe no one really danced at these things. Or maybe Lily wouldn’t even want to dance. She’d barely managed being in the hall very long last time anyway.
But what if she did want to dance.
He picked up the pamphlet again, opening and closing it in his hands. “One more time. One two three,”
By his count, the big thing you're supposed to do at balls was dancing, and El had never really danced in his life. So, here he was, in front of the mirror with a pamphlet he’d dug out of one of the shelves, learning to dance. Or, trying to learn to dance. He’d been trying for awhile, but he just couldn’t get the rhythm to match the steps. Or the steps with the right rhythm. He sighed, squinting at the pamphlet again as if re-reading it might suddenly make him get it.
“Okay,” he tried, giving himself another glance in the mirror, “You got this, just… One two three, One-” he stumbled, crossing right when he should have stepped forward and sighed. Maybe he was overthinking this. Maybe no one really danced at these things. Or maybe Lily wouldn’t even want to dance. She’d barely managed being in the hall very long last time anyway.
But what if she did want to dance.
He picked up the pamphlet again, opening and closing it in his hands. “One more time. One two three,”