"No.. No, no!" he shook his head, eyes still very wide. Still very green.
"This.. this has to be the dream. I... I never saw this place ever... ever.. not... destroyed." And he looked around, still in awe of all of it's opulence, it's grace and paused a moment to hear...
The familiar song coming from inside the ball room.
If Minerva was speaking, it had long since been forgotten, as he stood up, and slowly made his way towards the door, as if in a trance and rested a hand against the frame, and looked at the door, as if he could see through it and ....
afte ra time, softly began to hum to the tune, before gently singing the words unknown to most, but known to him, nearly inaudible, before the song faded away, and changed to something entirely different, and a lot more upbeat. A song meant for dancing.
He blinked, his trance seeming broken as he looked at the door with a frown.