Wonders Closed

Luna's eyes lit up as she entered the Ballroom. She had never seen anything like this in her entire life, the beautiful colors and lights were almost too much for her. Scanning across the floor she could see students of every house practicing their dances. Some were graceful and sophisticated, others... less so. But still, even those less so would be better than her. She had never really danced at all, so who was she to judge these classmates who at least had the nerve to try?

She squatted down to a lower level to observe the foot movements of the various dancers. She was looking for a particular dance, one her mother used to do when Luna was much younger. The memory was fuzzy, but she remembered the name of the dance. The Waltz. Three beats, repeating over and over again. But what did it look like? And with so many people all doing different dances, she found that she couldn't focus enough to nail down any possibilities. She stood back up with a huff, frustration forming within due to failure. She loathed failure, especially from herself. She looked over to the wall for a seat, so she could sit and calm down. At least a little bit.