Winter Formal, Neptune High School

[argyle_princess]

Even before they reach the dance, in the dressed up Neptune High School Gym, they can hear it, a jumble of voices and laughter over something that passes for music.

(The band, it must be confessed, is really nothing all that impressive. The lyrics, if they were intelligible, would be quite forgettable. The music is, however, basically danceable.)

This year's theme, whatever it is, seems to have called for a great deal of pale blue and silver streamers and balloons, though only so much can be done to disguise the fact that the room is really intended more for basketball than dancing. But the Winter Formal Committee has tried. And what the room looks like doesn't matter nearly as much as who wore what and who showed up with whom. It's hard to get quality gossip out of crepe paper.

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[argyle_princess]

"It was a good day, meeting you," she says, and she's not really talking about a hypothetical day in April in Montpelier any more.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

"And meeting you as well." Wellard smiles, raising Hannah's hand up to brush his lips over the back of it.

[argyle_princess]

It's not exactly a typical sort of gesture for a Neptune High School dance.

Rather British.

Pretty chivalrous.

Very Henry.

There's a moment, and then a very slow smile.

"Dance with me?" she says, not quite the way she said it earlier. It's an invitation this time.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

He smiles faintly, and with a nod, Wellard leads Hannah out to the midst of the dance floor.

"You only need to ask."

And he has no doubts that she will, now or in the future.