Graves? Obscure and ridiculous magic? Nonsense. He wouldn’t. Never.
On the other hand, sometimes in the middle of a particularly pressing duel, he’ll do this little fancy bit of footwork, you know? A bit of a sidestep, a half turn, hip jutting out to the side and weight shifting onto his front foot, and the curse that should have flambéd him just kinda… fizzles out. When it’s his turn to fire the offensive spells, he could fire them the usual way but then again, he could go for a one-and-two lockstep and that extra flare to his wrist, and bam that’s an overpowered stunner right there that no one’s getting up from any time soon.
Not that Graves is doing anything unusual to power it up, of course not. Wand movements are an inherent part of magic. Ask anyone. Dancing? Fuck no, don’t be ridiculous. Graves doesn’t dance. Ever. Haven’t you noticed? He stalks around MACUSA’s annual ball messing with the wards or skulking near the food and if anyone tries to get him to take a turn on the floor he glares them into submission. No dancing.
(One time when he was out celebrating the end of a particularly hard case with his aurors he maybe had a bit too much to drink and maybe forgot the no dancing rule. And, given that we’re talking about maybes, he maybe got up on the table did something completely sinful with his hips that maybe transfigured every liquid in a two mile radius into single malt scotch and given that this included the water mains, the gas in the nomajs’ cars, the various medicines and fluids in the local hospital - yeah. That, uh, that wasn’t Graves’ finest moment.)
But if you’ve ever wandered by the Graves property in the evening, ever peered in through the lead-paned windows to the crackle of firelight inside, you might see Graves leading his mother through a lively foxtrot while his father stamps the time. The tiny space between the sofas and the coffee tables is taken up by a grand hall, white marble pillars, vaulted ceilings painted with triumphant angels and magic-wielding saints; Graves’ tartan pyjamas fade into an old fashioned suit and when he spins his mother her jewel-studded silk skirts flare around her feet. The fire is replaced by wide open doors, a balcony, the golden light of an Italian evening; his father’s stomping forms parts of the orchestra his mother remembers from her childhood. The notes hang in the air for long moments after the dance ends and the grandeur fades back into their cramped sitting room.
And if you’ve ever seen Graves while his aurors are in the hospital, you’ll know that he can’t keep still. He fidgets, foot tapping, fingers twitching; leave him alone for a minute and he’s likely to pace, rhythmically, with sharp turns and heels ringing against the floor. Tina swears he once moonwalked a circle around her to stop her bleeding out in the field but, as Graves pointed out, she’d lost a lot of blood and was probably hallucinating. She hadn’t lost a lot of blood when she caught him checking the perimeter of their temporary camp and sneaking in a touch of Irish line dancing to strengthen the wards. Graves freezes for a moment when he notices her watching and then continues in perfectly normal strides as though he’d never been doing anything else, and Tina rolls his eyes and lets him keep his secrets.
Grindelwald was pretending to work at MACUSA, Graves would find himself rather
bored, at least in those days that he was actually at peace with the other,
rare as it was he missed his company from time to time. He wasn’t exactly
locked away so of course he would wander around the small house, trying to find
something to do.
That was until he found a green banana in the counter of the kitchen. “Just my luck.” He hasn’t been feed that morning because Grindelwald
was running late. He stopped at the counter, took the banana in his hands and
began to sing, while slowly swinging his hips. “I peel you banana, I peel you. I
cannot wait to eat you banana, I cannot wait. You’re so yum and good for me,
even when you’re all green. I peel you banana, I peel you.”
So since I wasn’t really sure if You wanted them dancing solo or with their s/o I decided to do both! Hope you like! Also I added a small snipit to explain the gif, I can always do a text post for further elaboration.
He’d make you feel as though both of you were the last two people in the room. Even though his dancing wouldn’t be anything too extravagant nor flashy, with a few steps and touches he would make sure you know how much you meant to him.
Extravagant. All the attention on both of you. Kyoya would want to upstage the rest of the people showing off both of your skills to dance. Nothing inapropiate, but just enough to show the chemistry and perfection of each step and twirl.
Karou would be the type of guy to get bored easily with a simple ballroom dance, the proper ambiance and music of it creating conflict in him. He would love the difference in music and styles, the passion one could communicate with the body alone. He would love that both of you didn’t need to stick to a specific guideline, you both could be yourselves, let the passion flow.
Hikaru would love a dance where both of you could be energetic and let everything out. He is a sucker when it comes to planning a dance and practicing it until it is perfect. Even if it is just a dance for both of you, the journey of practicing, spending long hours with you was worth every frustration of not getting it those first tries.
Mitsukuni “Honey” Haninozuka
Even though he knows how to dance formally perfectly, he woould much rather not create that type of formality with his loved one. He would want to see them smile, playful dancing would be his go-to. Following his own beat, he would love to make the dance more of a game, not something as something so proper, even in public.
Takashi “Mori” Morinozuka
Dancing in public with Takashi would be something rare, seeing as he often felt as though he could never keep up with the beat or he would step on his lover’s feet. When it was just the both of you… that would be a different story. Dancing with him was more of a private affair, something that would require the utmost trust and love. He was a good dancer without external pressure. He just requires you to trust him in his every move.
She would surprise you by letting you take the lead. She still hasn’t really grasped formal dancing as the companion instead of the leader. She’d be happy with whatever you chose to dance to, as long as it was nothing extravagant nor complicated.
-Cass really doesn’t understand the concept of sexualities as specifically defined things at first. She knows she likes girls, and that some girls like guys, and that some like both, but it takes about 3 months before Harper realizes that Cass doesn’t actually know the names for any of these things.
-Cass likes having Harper around when she’s doing her reading lessons with Alfred or Barbara. Harper holds her hand and pretty much just cuddles her while she reads, which helps prevent Cass from getting frustrated, but has the tradeoff of her getting distracted easier. There have been at least two occasions where Alfred has asked Harper to leave because Cass wasn’t even looking at her book anymore.
-The tabloids are fucking awful with the “no homo” when it comes to these two.
-“Cassandra Cain and friend get lunch together”
-“Cassandra Cain and her gal pal hold hands while at the beach”
-“Wayne’s daughter shares a friendly kiss with a buddy on New Years”
-It only stops when Harper helped Cass spray paint “CASS CAIN IS A LESBIAN” on the side of city hall.
-Bruce is awful at acknowledging Cassie’s relationship with Harper. He’s fine with her liking girls, but he just wishes it was a different girl.
-“This is my daughter, Cassie, and her girlfriend, Bane Of My Existence.”
-“I will dance on your grave, sir.” is Harper’s most common response.
-They always wear matching Christmas sweaters during the holidays.
-They own a two person snuggie. It’s horrifying.
-Cullen and Duke have both managed to get Cassie into anime, which led to Harper having a breakdown. Anime nights are now unavoidable.
-Cassie once came home with blue hair and piercings. Harper was laughing so hard she cried when Bruce saw.