This is a little snippet of my Pride and Prejudice magical university story, “A Season of Magic.” – Sarah
They were silent for a few moments, then the man spoke again. “You might ask Miss Bennet to dance. I do not think she has had any partners yet.”
“I cannot imagine why that would be a positive recommendation. You know I do not like to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men, as there is usually good reason for it. I know perfectly well the reason in Miss Bennet’s case.”
The other young man laughed. “Well. I do not put quite so much stock in the power of blood as you do, Darcy, but I will yield the point. Perhaps Miss Anne Elliot would be so kind as to honour you with a dance. I have already danced once with her and may ask her for the Boulanger later. Nobody would think you had any intentions towards Miss Anne.”
Mr. Darcy’s response was muffled as the two moved away, and Elizabeth fought against the sting of tears. It had been a mistake to come to the assembly.
She looked up to see Mr. Wickham weaving his way through the crowd in front of her.
“I am sorry I am late,” he said as he reached her side. “I had to speak with my parents before getting ready for the assembly.” He looked towards the dance floor, where one dance was just finishing. “Would you care to dance?”
She smiled up at him. “I would love to!”