Switching Partners

I can hear her heels clicking away on the stone floor, I suppose one could expect that, after all, she is dancing, and beautifully at that. She has elegance and grace, not like the partner she's dancing with, the clumsy oaf, he keeps stepping on her feet and she doesn't even wince. Her smile is dazzling; I can't believe that I'm the only one starring, caught up in her radiance. Whoops, I think I just stepped on my partner's toes, hope not, because then she might notice that I'm really not paying too much attention, to her that is. Better go back to counting steps before it happens again, one, two, three, forward, right, back, spin, dip, recover, and the song ends. I think I'll go get myself some punch now, to see if it's been spiked yet.

She's moved on to someone else, still smiling; it's a slower song but she isn't getting any closer to them, thank god. Her hair is in perfect ringlets spiraling down her back, making me wish I could just walk over and play with one of them, just for a little while, maybe later, if I can catch her alone, that won't be too hard.

She's moved to her next partner, Dean I think; it looks like he appreciates her smile almost as much as I do, almost. Her brown eyes are sparkling, and her white dress makes her look like an angel, all she needs is a golden halo to complete the look. Her mouth is moving in a quick way, like she is having an animated discussion with him. I wish I could hear what it was about, since I certainly can't read her mind. Just as well that I don't know though, might want to interfere, and then how would I explain myself?

She looks like she is having fun, and I'm glad for her. I'd like to dance with her again, but I already got the first dance and I should probably be polite and wait my turn. That fact doesn't seem to stop me from wanting to dance with her again, she's very good at it though, she must have taken lessons before, or maybe she is just very talented, that's probably it. She seems to be talented at everything which makes me wonder what she isn't good at, nothing probably. I know that she can do no wrong in my eyes.

I remember, several years ago, her apologizing for something, I can't remember what, but she seemed very embarrassed, her cheeks were red and she couldn't look me in the eye. It was quite endearing in its own little way, at least I think so. I bet she was late for something, which would be the kind of thing that she would apologize for, just silly little things that don't really matter to begin with, like being late. Or forgetting where she put a Christmas gift. I can recall her getting worked up over misplacing a Christmas gift three years ago. It took me almost an hour to convince her that it was ok, and that she could give it to me the next day, how it was the thought that counted, not the actual time, and the fact that she had thought of me at all was almost like a gift in itself. I spent the next week wondering if she realized what I meant, about liking her; it took a lot of coaxing to get me out of my room to socialize.

Time has passed, though, and little things like that are far in the past, and sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one who remembers it at all, and beyond that, did it happened to begin with. Of course it did, I just seem to cherish memories like that more than other people do; they cherish the big things. People tend to notice the big things about everything come to think of it, when it's really the smallest things that I hold the dearest of all, about her, about friends, and memories and the good times had by all. Take sitting in the sun on the grass for an hour or so, I can remember doing that clear back to the age of twelve, when most people forget it two days after it happened. It's a pity really, when the little things are the most important of all, after all, would vanilla ice cream be the same if it didn't have those little brown flecks in it? Not to me it wouldn't, but some people can over look them completely.

Back to her however, she's dancing with some one new, a hufflepuff I think, I can never seem to tell the difference between them all, especially compared to her, she is after all, the most important, especially today, when she, Virginia Weasley, became Virginia Potter, and my wife, forever and 'until death do us part'.