Longbottom

She gave a small shrug, smiling as he thanked her, and taking another sip from her glass. Once they were situated away from the little throngs of people, Alice took the opportunity to look around the studio of sorts. It was not very large, but held enough space for the dance floor to appear roomy. Everyone seemed friendly, some more serious about the class than others. But, just as she had hoped, no one appeared to be too serious and professional about any of this. Frank made for a great dance partner - the best, perhaps - but they were not going on stage anytime soon.

Taking another mouthful of juice, Frank remained silent as he listened to what Alice had to say on the matter. He had known it wasn't the right time to worry himself over such things but being around so much danger and darkness got to Frank quite regularly. However, he tried his best to lighten his expression and pull the corners of his lips up into a smile. 

Frank’s mind appeared to be elsewhere. She could tell from the distant and troubled expression that had captivated his features and the delay in his reply. Her curiosity and worry began to blossom, though it was not long before he did say something in return and moved to wrap his arms around her. Feeling his hand slip into hers, she glanced down at the floor with a smile, wrapping her fingers in between his. Then he spoke and she glanced up, “I believe I saw some when I entered.” Alice glanced around, spotting the table and nodded, making her way over, guiding him as their hands remained together.

Gratefully, Frank took the drink Alice had kindly poured him and sipped at it's refreshing contents. He knew his worrying was pointless at that moment in time because this was a night to enjoy; they were, after all, surrounded by people who had no idea who they really were and it was all thanks to Alice who'd thought of the idea. She'd put it all together, their second date.

The grin that greeted her when she looked at her dance partner made Alice even more inclined to smile in return. That being said, it felt as though resisting a smile was an impossibility at this point. “I do not plan on doing anything of the sort,” she let out a soft laugh, glancing down for a moment but keeping in step with him. Messing up their dance was the last thing she wanted to do right now.

There was a war on. Frank was well aware of what his roll was within that, how he needed to be strong, fast and highly skilled in order to make it out the other side. His father had once told him that having friends or loved ones posed as threat, a target to get you hurt. He'd also told Frank that it was those you care about most that help you get through the day. Frank's mother was one of those people he hoped to protect from the war, his friends from Hogwarts were a few more. But, as Frank danced holding tightly onto Alice, he realised there was someone else he'd risk anything for.

She nodded, a smile filling her slightly pinked cheeks. There was a short moment in which she glanced downward, but she returned her happy expression to him, away from their shoes. “I am very glad about it, as well. Everything has been so busy recently, and I have absolutely missed this.” Admitting it felt less daunting than it might have been, and it made her happy that Frank felt similarly. “You just might - you have a wonderful pair of dancing feet.”

Shifting into hold, Frank's chest swelled with happiness before he let out a contented sigh. The steps were simple; the basics to a Waltz seemed to slip from Frank's feet effortlessly. His mother had been keen to teach Frank how to entertain a dance floor because she'd always thought it was the best way into a woman's heart. 

The environment of the dance studio was a friendly one. It was warm and inviting and the women were dressed in colorful dresses that swooshed around their legs as they walked. Their cold-weather boots were deposited under their coats, nice dancing shoes adorning their feet. Alice had not given this much consideration since she had apparated here, but no one seemed to notice that she had only taken off her coat and not a pair of boots, as well. Once she was approached, she began speaking kindly to the woman before her.

Smiling kindly at the woman known as Helen, Frank nodded his head in greeting before turning about to his dance partner. Work had been rather chaotic lately which had left Frank with hardly any time to really have for himself. There had been investigation after investigation into random Ministry workers deaths, muggle-born disappearances and spontaneous explosions. Most hours were spent hunched over parchment and ink pots, resulting in Frank hardly leaving the office. So, tonight really was a special occasion. 

Dance the Night Away -- Frank and Alice

Whenever Frank was laid with the task of dressing himself up to impress, he was thankful he owned a few muggle suits. Though the traditional wizarding dress robes were unique to his kind, a well fitted suit was far more comfortable with it's perfectly cut trousers and snug suit jacket. Frank looked at himself in the mirror propped up again the wall in his bedroom and found himself smiling at his reflection. Hopefully it was good enough for whatever tasks the muggle dancers had in store for Alice and himself.