“I’m glad you didn’t wear your uniform.” Sammy gave a smile and reached out to swat at Orrick’s hand so he could stop fussing with, not only the cuffs, but is clothes in general. “You look good tonight.” He looked down at the ground, a blush rising up to his cheeks again. Luckily the mess of doll curls fell over his shoulders and obscured the view of his face.
How can I be me if I do not know who I am? It was on the tip of his tongue. But instead of saying it he gave a small shrug and hugged his knees tighter. He didn’t seem to mind that he shouldn’t be sitting in the upright fetal position while wearing a dress. It wasn’t like anyone was going to tell him anything, and Orrick didn’t seem to mind so much.
“You really think I look nice like this?” He glanced down to the body wondering what made it nice to the other. Perhaps he could alter his original looks to keep his friend happy. Perhaps he would have to experiment later if the other would notice any sort of difference to his body when they were alone again.
“But I am afraid that I do not know how to dance.” Still, he untangled his body and nudged Orrick back with his knee to distract him from the poke aimed at his side. “I only know ball room dancing.” And entertainment from Korea that his grandmother taught him so long ago. “I will make a fool of myself.”
He gave a laugh at the sneaked poke and gave a shove to the others shoulder, he probably should be treating Sammy with a bit more gentle hand considering his current form but…certain habits were hard to break.
“Who cares if you make a fool of yourself you idiot.” Orrick couldn’t help but give a roll of his eyes as he kept his hand on his/her shoulder. “No one will know it’s you. For all they now you’re just some chick who is going to disappear from Hogwarts once the Triwizard tournament is over. So what’s the harm?”
His bottom lip jutted out slightly and he bit the corner. Waltzing…his most possible weakness. “I can’t really help you with a waltz though…but this type of dancing is so much more fun. C’mon then!”
He kicked his long legs to propel himself up and held out his hand expectantly. “You’ve just got to listen to the music is all. Move with it.”