Józsua had left Olly to get something more to eat. Something for dessert to be precise, following that huge burger and pile of chips he'd just consumed. The bottomless pit of a human was following his nose back to toward the fried food to get himself a chocolate frog and some ice-cream. He didn't have the excuse any more that he was growing. He'd come to a halt there just short of the 5'10” mark.. but he still felt like he was having a constant growth spurt.

Somehow, on his way to the food station, he found himself right slap bang in the centre of a group of people dancing.

He looked around. His dark eyes glinted—People who knew him might have thought he would search for the nearest exit in circumstances such as these.. Y'know.. where eyes may be on him.. but he didn't. He began to move to the music. He liked this song. Food could wait.. and so could Olly. She'd just assume there was a reaaally long queue..