I got bored last night at about midnight and wrote this because I’m a hopeless idiot and tbh... I’m secretly shipper trash.
“I don’t dance,” he stated while being tugged from his chair.
“Come on, don’t be a bum,” Roslyn smiled, “It’s just one dance! Besides, it’s nothing fast!”
Finally giving in, Morgrim got to his feet and joined her on the dance floor. At first Morgrim was awkward, just moving his shoulders side to side, not knowing how to dance the way young wizards do. He was taught classical dances as a young boy, waltzes and such. Roslyn could see he was like a penguin when it came to dancing, but she didn’t mind. In fact, she took his hands and tried to loosen him up a bit.
Trying not to smile too much, and failing miserably, Morgrim started to move more. He snapped his elbows back and forth, did a jig with his legs, and attempted to imitate the other wizards around him. At the end of the night Morgrim and Rose were a giggling pair of nerds.