Risu resurfaced (risurfaced?) from the depths of his goblet of pumpkin juice. The cool liquid did wonders for his sweaty face, and he felt his body relax a bit. In fact, he thought he could almost go for another round on the dance floor already. A bit surprised at himself about his enthusiasm (but he had been having fun) he looked down from the dais in the direction of the dinner tables while, next to him, the conversation between the Potions and Herbology professors chatted gently on, but his dance partner was nowhere to be found. Perhaps out for a walk.

His goblet was empty. Risu put it down on the table and rejoined the conversation. "Oh, perhaps you should judge for yourself, Professor," he said to Hecate with a slight smile. "Talent, I think, is a bit too grand for what I do. It's more... accident avoidance, really. In four-four time."

Next, he turned to Professor Dodson. "I'm very well, thank you. How are you? I think my partner and I passed you on the dance floor a few times?"