"Face it Vincenzi, you're finished," Ned said in a sing song voice, teasing Vianna over her great failure, because that was certainly the way to a woman's heart. Why did she keep looking through the crowds? Was she looking for someone? A boy maybe? Ned's blood boiled at the very thought. It was his night, his victory and no snot nosed, prince type was going to take that from him, for now, he'd act cool, figure out who this prat was and calmly formulate a plan to have him killed. Yeah, that was the way to go about it.

"Don't sound too eager Vianna," Ned grumbled, annoyed by the young girl's lack of enthusiasm (though it was really quite understandable given that she was being forced into a date she did not want to have).

Ned frowned at Vianna's question. Yes, he had seen someone dressed as a dementor, was he going to tell her that? No. No because that was probably the very boy who had so captured her attention and he was not in any rush to have them reunited."I can't say that I have... Sorry doll," Ned said, smiling nonchalantly at the young girl.


Airi's bright eyes widened in confusion, at Victor's little announcement, it wasn't that the girl was being uncharacteristically slow or anything, it was just that she was so unused to seeing Victor Vincenzi, of all people, being helpful. It struck the girl as very odd and had she been less nervous about her situation, she might have needled him as to why.

"Yes, you are," Airi said skeptically, as Victor proclaimed his presence, unsure where the boy was going wit this unless he meant.... Unless he was trying to imply... No, he couldn't be, that was just far too silly an idea, Victor would never pretend to be her date, after all it would ruin his chances with other girls, besides Victor didn't date, or even pretend date for that matter.

Of course, now that she had deemed the situation to be entirely improbable, Victor, the cunning snake that he was, immediately proved her wrong in the most casual and nonchalant of ways. The Git.
Airi swallowed audibly, the need for a drink increased tenfold within her and unthinking, she took Victor's glass of firewhiskey and took a long drink, before speechlessly passing it back to the Slytherin.
"That.. Could work," Airi finally said, forcing her brain back into action. it's a pretend date dummy, pretend, no need to be so nervous about something that isn't real. Airi thought, mentally reprimanding herself.

"Fine, how do we do this," Airi asked, miraculously managing to speak calmly, even though her insides were jumping about like beans.