Finding a stick-in-the-mud just made him more determined to force a smile, except he wasn't at home and there was no one backing him up anymore. While Harry wasn't aiming to start a fight, if he kept pushing at the wrong person, that's what might happen. After a long moment of internal struggle, Harry deflated just a bit. He let his eyes rove over the crowd again as he spoke, the amusement almost completely gone from his tone.

"Why were ye lookin so wistful if ye don't wanna dance or need some help gettin a partner?" Acting like he did back home seemed to be pretty hit-or-miss at the party and it was a lot less fun with none of his friends. Harry wasn't used to being alone anymore and he didn't know what to do with himself. Helping someone out, or losing himself in the music, were the best distractions he could think of at the moment.