DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, sadly.  A/N: Recent little something
I wrote. I've been getting back into writing ATLA things pretty
recently... o_O And yes, I'm aware that everybody (especially
Zuko) is out of character...  She looked over her shoulder,
curiosity glittering in her eyes. The elegant fire-nation dress
she was wearing brought out her blue eyes, making them
breathtaking.  Katara watched as Zuko eyed her, being caught in
a conversation as he tried to make his way through the crowd to
her.  She felt a soft hand caress her arm as a slow orchestral
piece filled the hall. Looking back, she saw Aang taking her
hand and leading her out to the dance floor. She looked back at
Zuko again, hurt glittering in her eyes this time.  She turned
back to Aang as he put his arms around her waist. She wrapped
her arms around his neck, almost reluctantly.  As they turned
slowly on the dance floor, Katara's gaze met Zuko's. His long
black hair had been pulled back and the pronged, fire-shaped
crown sat naturally on top of