Chapter 299 Opening Dance
A sudden "bang" sound pierced through the melodious and cheerful Christmas music, followed by a series of crisp collision sounds that blended into the Christmas music, adding a bit of liveliness to the music that was solemn but not warm enough tonight.
Natasha accidentally knocked over the salad bowl, and the whole bowl of salad fell upside down on her legs. The knife and fork in her hand hit each other and fell to the ground, hitting the upside-down bowl.
All eyes in the guest of honor seat were focused on Natasha. Natasha just raised her hand slightly and looked at the salad bowl on her lap as if she was at a loss.
"How careless, Natasha!" "We still have to dance later!" The two little boys next to Mikhail said one after another.
"It's okay, don't be nervous, Natasha." Dmitri took the napkin beside him and helped her clean up. He looked strangely at Yegor and Alexei, who never spoke like this. Then, Natasha, who was never stage-frightened, unexpectedly got down from her chair, ran to Mikhail, buried her head in his legs, and supported him, as if she was crying embarrassedly.
"Oh, it's okay, poor little Natasha." Mikhail touched Natasha's fluffy hair and comforted her.
"No, I can't," Natasha's voice had a noticeable tremor, but there was no sadness at all, "I will have to dance in front of so many people later, it's too scary."
Della and Harry, separated by Fleur and her male companion Roger Davis, were also watching this sudden farce. Because they were speaking Russian, Della could barely make out the word "dance", but Harry couldn't understand a word. He felt his tongue getting tangled just by listening to them talk, but he noticed that Sadolin was a little nervous.
Maybe he wants to change his dance partner or something?
Harry, who was already very curious about the company of Sadolin and Mikhail, guessed this. After glancing at the other people at the table who knew nothing about it, he felt a strange sense of being alone.
Then he thought further: why couldn't Sadolin and Dmitri be together openly?
Slytherin, Riddle's influence, impure blood, anti-bloodline groups...
Harry was thinking about all sorts of things. He originally had no answer, but after he coincidentally applied these words to himself and Della, he finally got the answer.
Della, the only one at the table who knew about the situation, calmly watched the children gather around Mikhail. Sadolin, who was wearing an asymmetrical dress of purple and black and was as beautiful as anyone else present, sat down next to Dmitri shyly at Mikhail's English request. The two, who might have just hugged each other yesterday, pretended to be unfamiliar with each other and nodded in communication.
Della was much better at judging people than Harry was. She saw through Sadolin's suppressed joy, Dmitri's surprise, and Mikhail's secret sense of triumph. It took her only a few moments to figure out that this scene was probably proposed by Mikhail and instigated by Sadolin.
If Mikhail heard the word "instigation", he would definitely cry out for injustice. Merlin knew that this time he really just wanted to atone for the girl he tricked out last time.
"That wizard E Ross didn't take the dance seriously," Draco leaned close to Della's ear and whispered, "He shouldn't have chosen a little girl as his dance partner in the first place. If it weren't for your good friend, he would have been embarrassed today."
"Yeah, it was too hasty," Della whispered. After watching the farce of changing dance partners, she remembered the dance she agreed to dance with Theodore. She stroked the silver ring on her hand and tried to recall the reason why she agreed at that time. "But it's good that it's resolved, otherwise it will affect us."
Della, who was thinking about something, said perfunctorily. Theodore's words "defined moonlight" and "self-conscious brilliance" made her feel irritated, and then she thought of Draco's action of putting couple rings on her this morning, which made Della's cheeks slightly red.
When the natural repression and the natural excitement of emotions were mixed together, the conversation with Maggie in the evening, like his own bad character, fanned the flames in her thoughts, and gave her the perception that "Della" was solidified and restricted by "Draco's girlfriend".
The excitement was still there, but the discomfort hidden behind the responsibility returned slowly.
Alas, poor little Della, who is constantly distressed by this, has no idea that this is a very normal phenomenon. People are not born to fall in love and be responsible for their families. Her transition period of sweetness and worry about the future is actually quite normal. It’s just that she won’t tell others about this, and no one around her tells her about this.
If she would talk to Lytia or Belinda, two people who would not compromise themselves in life or love, would tell her to enjoy the present moment happily and leave happily when she is no longer happy;
If she is willing to talk to Alian, who is engaged to her boyfriend Aidan, who is sitting next to her, Alian, who has rich experience in getting along with her boyfriend, will tell her in detail how to get along with each other in love, so that the invisible and seemingly endless fear will have a visible end;
If she was willing to talk to Leah, this woman who had no family to rely on and little experience in love would immediately express her pure concern and love for Della, and would tell her to just keep moving forward, as she would always be there for her, giving Della some courage.
Even if she talked to Draco, he might feel a little sad because of Della's hesitation, and a period of pain might appear in this relationship. Then, the inner sense of responsibility and the growing love for Della would eventually make these two adolescent children find a way to become responsible adults together.
But unfortunately, Della, who is now in a high position and is on guard, finds it difficult to confide her troubles to others. If she does not expose her problems, all those who can help her will only give her kind teasing and blessings. Maggie, who can see the problem, does not comfort the emotions of the adolescent girl, but instead takes advantage of Della's confusion to fulfill her own selfish expectations.
In the current situation, Della has only one way left, which is to "grow on her own". However, Della has been facing this situation for too long and has already gotten used to it, or has almost forgotten that she actually has other options.
After everyone finished eating, Dumbledore stood up and waved his wand to move all the tables to the wall, leaving a large open space. A high stage rose from the ground, and the Weird Sisters jumped onto the stage as their instruments appeared.
The crowd applauded and cheered, except that the lanterns in the guest of honor seats suddenly went out. Maggie arrived at the auditorium at the moment of darkness and caught the warriors' opening dance.
Beautiful, handsome, famous, the five heroes and their dance partners all had such an eye-catching composition to a greater or lesser extent. Maggie glanced at Sadolin, who was full of happiness, and Cynthia, who was full of interest, and snorted coldly, focusing all her attention on Della.
The first dance was very gentle. Della and Draco slowly turned in circles in the center of the stage. The hems of their skirts swayed with their changing positions. The roses on them swayed, and Della became the most eye-catching blooming rose in the center.
Draco's hand rested lightly on Della's waist as he looked at his girlfriend tenderly. Time paused at this moment and it seemed as if there were only the two of them left in the world. As the only open couple among the five teams on stage, no matter how repulsive Della's identity made people recoil, looking at the tacit understanding between the two under the lights, everyone temporarily envied and blessed this relationship.
In the eyes of the two people, Draco was quickly erased. Theodore Nott and Maggie only focused on looking at Della, and were thinking about which song they should find her at.
"We can go up too," Lytia whispered in Maggie's ear when the song was halfway through and the students began to enter the dance floor, "Let's go, let's dance."
"Let's go." Maggie put her hand on Lytia's waist, and entered the dance floor with Lytia under Maria's sad gaze.
At the same time, Theodore walked against the bustling crowd to the table by the wall and sat down, still looking at Della.