She does so enjoy dancing with someone who is competent at it, and sometimes that is hard to come by - but there have been no butterflies tonight! It has been a ball like many others, with other people pairing up, with matches being made or found most romantically, while Hermione just watches from the sidelines.
(Why is it that important that she also find a match, exactly? Don't worry about it. She is here, wearing her finest, and the bosoms deserve to be admired by at least one person.)
And now, after a quadrille and a Nevarran waltz, she's barely had the chance to drink some water before someone has asked for her dance card. Can she just rest? No, apparently not.
She plasters on a beatific smile, opening her dance card quickly to see whether there are any blanks. Mostly blanks.
"Oh, dear - unfortunately it seems I am all booked!" she says with a very sorrowful sounding tone, as she wills a few fake names to appear next to the next three dances. Lord Fontescue, and Mr Balderdash, and Ser Lemon Drop are all in for a treat.
(version 2) of all bitches, dead or alive, a scribbling woman is the most canine
(Why is it that important that she also find a match, exactly? Don't worry about it. She is here, wearing her finest, and the bosoms deserve to be admired by at least one person.)
And now, after a quadrille and a Nevarran waltz, she's barely had the chance to drink some water before someone has asked for her dance card. Can she just rest? No, apparently not.
She plasters on a beatific smile, opening her dance card quickly to see whether there are any blanks. Mostly blanks.
"Oh, dear - unfortunately it seems I am all booked!" she says with a very sorrowful sounding tone, as she wills a few fake names to appear next to the next three dances. Lord Fontescue, and Mr Balderdash, and Ser Lemon Drop are all in for a treat.
"I'm sorry to disappoint," she offers.