The white brick ended in a city square with a band playing merrily in a corner. The remaining space was filled with Atlanteans, a cacophony of dancing and laughter. It was graceful swaying, waltzing, joyous swinging and everything in between. Raucous glee; raw and unabated, filling the square with a cachinnation of rejoicing amusement. Hermione entered the fray immediately, pulling Draco along with a wet hand, into the merriment until they were lost in the mix. It was a ridiculous swaying jig filled with spinning and jumping that Hermione began, swinging Draco’s arm wildly until he grabbed her waist and led her into a waltz-like step. 