lady_moon | Surprise Party in Room 1

Moon and Miniver have been working hard since Mia had taken Draco out on their date.

Decorations (in the colours Miniver had suggested instead of Moon's rainbow idea) are hung in the room. Crepe paper braids of orange, greyish blue, and green streak the ceiling. Moon's put up little paper decorations of cakes, balloons, and cartoonish animals dancing. Along with the cardboard balloons, there are huge groups of orange, grey-blue, and green helium balloons scattered all over.

On a table, with a colourful tablecloth depicting very happy cats and dogs partying, is the cake Skill had artfully created for Draco. It's wide sheet cake; the white icing is the basis for the artistically piped images of Martin and Dart flying over a huge forest full of winding paths. The forest ended where the words 'Happy Birthday, Draco!' were written in flowing script. It was the sort of cake a tarot card would make.

Moon giggles as she sets a stack of gifts (all from her family for the birthday boy) on the table beside the cake. She turns to Miniver and grins.

"I hope he's surprised," she says proudly.

It was definitely bright and cheerful and there's glitter everywhere, including on Miniver and Moon.

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She smiles sweetly at him.

"So do you."

Miniver blushes and keeps dancing with her, saying nothing, his thoughts veiled.

Moon dances with him quietly, closing her eyes and losing herself in the joy of dancing. To her, it was one of the greatest arts. Like singing. The art your body itself.

And it was wonderful to share it with a partner, even if it was a simple waltz at a surprise birthday party.

Miniver likes it, too. He's always loved to dance, though he's always done it alone. It's nice to be able to have someone to measure the steps with. It's a different and exhilerating feeling to share the dance with another person.

She opens her eyes and smiles at him.

"You're very good at this," she compliments. "It was an ideal trade, I think."

He twirls her again.

"You think so? Really?"

Another burst of giggles.

"Honestly. Do you like dancing?"

He grins. "I love it. Really, I do. It's like... aw, man, I can't even describe why."

"You don't have to. I love dancing. I think I love it more than being a card, and that's saying something when a card is what I was created to be," she says as they move together. "Dancing... is like breathing... only so much prettier and more expressive."

"Mmm... it's fun. It's like singing, but with your whole body."

She grins so brightly.

"Exactly."

Yes, she very much adores Miniver. Whether he knows it or not, he speaks her language rather fluently.

He feels... something, from her. He looks down at his feet, cheeks red, focusing on the dance, not on her.

Moon ducks her head, trying to see his face.

"Don't you know you're not supposed to look at your feet when you dance?" she asks softly. "Always look at your partner. In the eyes."

Miniver glances up. Just a glance.

"You'll put a spell on me if I do that," he informs her, half kidding.

"You think so?" she asks with another smile.

"Well 'course," Miniver says decisively.

"Hmm. I don't think so."

When the music slows some, she slows their own dance.

"You're so innocent," she tells him, watching him the way she tends to watch people. "It's quite endearing."

"Innocent?" he asks, meeting her eyes finally, "or just too tired to care anymore?"

He's seen his share of the world, and more than many. His innocence is a twisted, desperate thing. A childlike quality clung to because the alternative is too terrible to comprehend.

She wraps her arms around his neck, waiting for his hands to settle on her hips before swaying to the music.

"Are you too tired, Miniver?" she asks.

"I don't know, Moon. Am I?"

His hands rest there lightly, like butterfly wings... or like mice feet.

"Not yet."

But the yet is what hangs there between them.

He tilts his head at her, not sure what to think of that response.

She keeps her eyes on his.

"Yet. It's a small word, but a very important one. Draco isn't happy yet. But he can be. You can keep your innocence... or, you can let it go and accept the weariness of life." Moon smiles gently. "Yet is the key in the lock, that lets something come... or lets it go."

She's a tarot card.

Did you expect any other sort of answer?

"And I suppose you have no intention of telling me which is better?"

"That's not for me to decide."

She smiles up at him.

"It's your decision. Which is better for you?"

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