Others at the ball..., Third-years

[Shenavyre]

Merc laughed. "I highly doubt anyone could be as bad as us, Kittles! Especially since that impromptu performance we put on last Muggle Studies lesson."
He waited patiently by her side as she polished off the last of her mouth-watering shepherd's pie, occupying himself by letting his gaze absently wander over the dancefloor. The moment he noticed Rod, Bel and Ray's party, he started to laugh uncontrollably.
Rod was trying to engage Bel in a ridiculous dance, whilst she watched in horror at the scene he was making. Ray stood near them.
Merc noticed Rod had begun to blink stupidly at him. He shrugged. What?
He turned to Kit. "I'd ask shall we join them, but I'd say they're having far too much fun on their own. You done?"

[Tamare]

Kit put down her fork and nodded. Thre was still a little left of her plate and she gestured to it with a jerk of her head. "Want it?" she asked the boy, knowing the answer already.

She had glanced across when Merc had started to giggle, but it was only now when the boy was immersed in her dinner that she actually focused. And snorted.

"What the... what the..." she pushed her glasses further up her nose. "What is he doing?"

[Ariadne]

Rayven had the urge to gape when Rod started dancing. At least, she thought it was dancing. Flailing arms and legs was a kind of dancing, right? Completely confused, she stepped closer to Bel. "Um, is that what you'd call dancing. It kind of looks like he's in some kind of pain, to me anyway. We're not supposed to do that, are we?" Her horror at the thought showed clearly on her face.

[Mononoke]

OOC - Awwww, poor Roddles. Giving him a hard time ey?

-Rod-

Rod stopped moving for a moment. "It has come to my attention that a large sum of people are looking at me with horror," he announced, glaring wickedly. He took the opportunity to straighten his robes before continuing on.