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noodles 
DANNNNNNNCING!
OHMIGOSH!
If Oliver were a girl, he would be squeeeing like a little one right now.. but he wasn't, so he refrained, albeit with a struggle, from doing so.
Heh.
Channelling John Travolta circa Saturday Night Fever, the Slytherin Captain strutted into the Great Hall with A Massive grin plastered across his face. “Hello, Sir.” He said brightly to Vindictus, a little surprised to see that he was running this show here and not some female professor, but hey, this was going to be oh so awesomely awesome.
This was going to be embarrassing on SO MANY levels.
As much as Sarah was looking forward to the Ball, it was more for that fact she'd get to wear a gorgeous dress, than get to dance.She couldn't dance.Not even a little bit.But that was the point of this lesson, and as a Prefect she had to go.Meh.
What she wasn't expecting though was to see Professor Vindictus hosting the proceedings.Like...WHAT? Sarah stood and blinked several times as she entered the Hall.Shaking her head, she smiled in greeting at him.
"Heyy Professor....Sir." WEIRD.
That was when she spotted Oliver.All confident looking, stood over to the side.Did he need dancing lessons? Huh.Creeping over to him, Sarah tapped him on the shoulder, and whispered so no-one else could hear.
"Hide me.I don't want to do this..."