Vianna was all smiles as she danced away joyfully, her long brown hair waving about behind her. Though the girl often considered Ned’s and her brothers’ parties to be silly (since she understood the real motive behind them), she didn’t mind crashing a few every now and then. With OWLs coming up for the young fifth year, she had a lot on her mind. A lot of stress to release.

And then someone was tugging her hair playfully, and when she turned around - whaddayaknow. Harry Potter himself was asking for a dance. Vianna looked unfriendly at first - Ned was the enemy, after all - but then her expression broke into one of her bright, lively grins.

“I suppose you can have one dance,” she said, putting on a face of playful hesitation before laughing lightly and taking the boy’s hand. She pulled him in and began to dance again. But not in a flirty sort of way or anything (Ned was like another brother to her), Vianna wasn’t very good at flirting anyway, she was more like a giddy four-year-old who’d had too much sugar, and so she mostly hopped around with her hands in the air.

Vince watched the other two with amusement for a second before making his way through the crowds and back toward the bar. He’d missed out on quite a bit of the party when he passed out on the dance floor, so he was surprised to find that his brother, Airi, and Robert McGit had all gone missing. The only person left was Fion.

“What’s up with you?” he asked the girl as he joined her by the bar, ordering himself a glass of firewhiskey to better wake him up. “No dancing tonight?” Or perhaps Fion had already gone dancing while he was passed out. Who knew.