Dance with Me (Open)

[Leon Zwingli]

Leon walked into the ballroom and sighed. The freshman had no idea where he was going, which made him slightly annoyed. On top of that, he was too shy to ask any of the upperclassmen, only to receive bits of giggles along with the wrong directions to the classroom. The thought of getting laughed at, made him shudder. Yes, he was royalty, but it still hurt to be laughed at by anyone.

He set his books down by the door and walked around the ballroom. It was a beautiful ballroom, which made the boy want to start dancing to a waltz. However, Leon had no dancing experience whatsoever. Sure, there had been many events at his home where dancing was going on; he'd just sit and watch though. The extent of his knowledge of waltzes were that they had a one-two-three movement. He laughed when he thought of all the governesses that tried to teach him to dance; none were successful. Leon strolled to the center of the room and looked around. "Hm, I didn't expect it to be so large..."

[Marin Sigrunardóttir]

She had no particular idea where she was going. Wander lust tugged on her joints like little strings and compelled her to walk around to her heart's desire. For a fleeting moment, she saw a figure of a departing figure enter a room. The girl blinked, glanced at the stack of books by the door, and then stared at the door that was slightly ajar. There wasn't a hue of welcome on the door, however curiosity got the best of her.

Perhaps there is an event? she mused before scampering over to the entrance. Holding books close to her chest, Marin stepped into the room only to be enamored by the grandeur of the interior. She smiled to herself as her eyes feasted on the splendor. A ballroom! she concluded as she grinned from ear to ear.

The girl has never engaged in any form of couple dance or professional dancing. Perhaps only traditional dances for events then and now but it was only a distant memory now. "Oh...!" Marin blinked after catching sight of another boy. She flushed, inwardly chiding herself for letting herself be lured by reverie. "H-Hello. I'm sorry if I have intruded."