Spook leaned on the doorframe as Del moved out into the larger space. Making herself comfortable, a small smile tugged at her lips as she and Mrs O'Neill waited for Del to begin her dance. Spook had never seen Del dance before, but she had seen other examples of Irish dancing at various fetes and fairs and vaguely knew what to expect. Or at least, she thought she did.
Del took a deep breath, then she was off. Spook's eyebrows shot skywards, mouth forming an "O" shape as she watched Del's legs whizzing around in all directions. How she managed to avoid kicking her own ankles to smithereens she had no idea. The other spectators made hushed sounds of amazement, their eyes fixed on Del. There were many different talents about the house, from musical genius to sporting excellence, even a girl who played the Korean drums, but they had never seen an Irish dancer in their midst before. Spook tapped her foot to the rhythm of Del's flying feet, humming happily under her breath and watching her companion's faces with a look of faint amusement. When Del finally came to a standstill - slightly wobbly-kneed - Mrs O'Neill nodded appreciatively.
"Wow." she said. "That really is quite something."
"Yup." said Spook, nodding and grinning knowingly.
"I'll ring up the dance teachers and ask if they know of any classes in the area." said Mrs O'Neill, turning back into the office. "I'll let you know if anything comes up. It would be a shame to let this go to waste."
Spook grinned and strode over to Del. "There ya go!" she chirped. "That went well. You're good!"
"Yeah!" came a chorus of voices from around the room. "That's really cool, how long have you been learning, how do you do all those moves?"
Del blushed. "I haven't been doing it long... only a year."
"Well you're still really good. I'll bet Mrs O'Neill can dredge something up for you, she's good like that. Now then, how about one of Dun Holme's famous Pantry Raids? There's biscuits and toast galore, fancy a delve?"