The Yule Ball

"I don't know." Sonia feigned playing along.

Elrohir shook his head in mock solemnity. "Such a horrible thing to do to a person."

This cause Sonia to laugh harder. "And why is that?"

"Because," Elrohir said tickling her nose again. "It's highly dangerous! Makes you fall into flowers and all sorts of horrible things."

Sonia giggled softly. "But it can make them smile and laugh."

"True." Elrohir agreed. "But you just hate laughing."

"No, I don't." Sonia protested. "I just hate my laugh."

"Which is a shame," Elrohir replied kissing her softly. "Because I love your laugh."

Sonia kissed back just as softly. "Then I shall smile more often."

"Glad to hear it." Elrohir smiled

Sonia smiles. "My brother also mentioned a fear of lipstick. . ."

"Lipstick?" Elrohir asked, confused. "Why's he scared of lipstick?"

"Not him, something about that you were checking to see if you had any on you when we were at St. Mungo's."

Elrohir turned a lovely shade or red. "So he's afraid of someone finding lipstick on him?"

Sonia laughed. "Yeah, if he'd ever kissed a girl."

"I'm sure poor Descartes will kiss a girl eventually." Elrohir laughed

Sonia smiled. "Oh I know he will."

"Oh do you?" Elrohir replied, raising an eyebrow. "And how do you know this?"

"Because I've never seen him act the way he does around your sister." Sonia says smiling. "So endearing."

Elrohir looked as if he had just won the lottery. "Does he now? That's good. She needs a relationship like that."