Social Class:Middle
General Grasp of Etiquette: Generally Well-Mannered
Confidence in Social Situations: nononono
Dancing Skills: Graceful, if confident

Archer was actually a fairly good dancer, and, much like singing, it was an activity he enjoyed. Among family. Or alone. Surrounded by his peers was a completely different monster.

"Y-yes," he agreed with Meta's assessment. She towered over him an entire eight inches. Was he meant to tilt his head back the entire time in order to see her face this close? The poor boy was stood on his tiptoes already as it was.

Merlin, some of the first years were taller than him.

Was he being punished for being dreadfully nervous? Though, who wouldn't be when the woman practically breathed down his neck each class. Nothing made him fumble over his words and actions more, despite the fact he was incredibly polite.

"I-I don't think y...you're that tall. I-I'm just--" Well, he would allow Miss Lestrange to fill in that blank. He started to lead her through the moves, as was customarily, but he was a bit less graceful than usual due to the need to dance upon his toes. Thankfully, it wasn't likely he would trod upon her.

Meta Lestrange