761
Now, to dance...

762
...is to let the body breathe.

763
Inside every girl,
a secret swan slumbers...

764
...longing to burst forth and take flight.

765
Something's about to burst out of Eloise
Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan.

766
Inside every boy,
a lordly lion prepared to prance.

767
- Mr. Weasley.
- Yes?

768
Will you join me, please?

769
Now, place your right hand on my waist.

770
- Where?
- My waist.

771
And extend your arm.

772
Mr. Filch, if you please.

773
One, two, three.

774
One, two, three. One, two, three.

775
Never gonna let him forget this, are you?

776
- Never.
- Never.

777
Everybody come together.
Boys, on your feet!

778
Why do they have to travel in packs?

779
How are you supposed to get one
on their own to ask them?

780
Blimey, Harry. You've slayed dragons.
If you can't get a date, who can?