[She does FOUR SPINS. All cardinal points have the pleasure of those awkward hip wriggles and hoppity hops. She is flushed beet red by the end of it, but somehow manages to gather herself.

Composure: on the floor.

Dignity: dead.

The old spirit? Delighted, and applauding now.]

Never seen that one before - wonderful, wonderful. What is the name of such a ritualistic dance?

[Hermione draws a breath, and exhales:] The macarena. If that has pleased, then thank you for the home.

Sure, sure - you kids have fun in it, haha...the macarena... [As he floats off, they can hear the parting murmur, floating back to them.] I'm going to teach the boys that one.