Ah, ye did wonderful! All those long arms'n legs're made f'the dance floor. When ye forget tae be worried, ye look lovely.


[Harry let go of the man long enough to get them both glasses of something. He was pretty sure it was called punch, though he'd never actually had punch before. It was sweet as he tossed it back, refilling the little cup a few more times before he didn't feel quite so parched. He grinned at Hank, offering another ladleful.]


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