Dear the boy who hates dancing,

You're such a sarcastic git Harry, you know that right?

Thank you for agreeing to meet my family and trust me, if you're anything like you are in these letters my parents will love you. After all, who doesn't like a sarcastic witty teenage boy with severe baggage?

How was this ball then? Did you fall over? Did you step on your dates toes? Did you drop them? Did you throw in the towel? And I don't even know what you look like, so how could I imagine your god awful dancing?

Can you imagine if I did actually go with you? We'd create a right scene. If you are as awful at dancing as you say you are, I'd probably spend the whole night laughing at you or having a competition with you on who can dance the worst.

You really are a sarcastic git Harry but you're lucky I love it.

Love,

the girl who is also bad at dancing.

(How are you liking the story?)

P.S. at the moment I know the story is taking a lighthearted tone but trust me, it gets more action packed soon. This is just the journey of them creating their friendship.