one two three (open)

"One, two, three - one, two three..."

He was already sick of hearing the sound of his own voice, and that was saying something. Inside a musty little studio in Horizont, Leythan had all the little boys and girls from wealthy, pureblood families attempting the two step by his instruction. This was where he was starting out before he had to teach it to teenagers at Hogwarts: Lochlan was very adament that he got some teaching practice in while he still could.

"Your, head, is down - your, head, is down - one, two, three - stop, stop, stop!"

A boy was purposefully stepping on a girls' toes and making her cry. Leythan was reminded starkly of Comarth...

"You won't be getting any chocolate after," he said sternly, and faced all the others. They weren't any older than seven or eight years old. "That goes for all of you! Abysmal! Do you want to be slumping and banging about on your feet like an oaf, or will you learn the steps and ultimately become lighter on your feet, more poised, more elegant: just like you're supposed to be!"

The sea of eyes that met him didn't respond. Leythan sighed. He nodded to the woman who was helping him out, and decided to take a moment to himself just outside the building. Were teenagers going to be any better really?! Probably not!